The order of things should be reversed; the seventh day should be the day of toil. . . and the other six his Sabbath of the affections and the soul, in which to range this widerspread garden, and drink in the soft influences and sublime revelations of Nature.
To live sanely in Los Angeles. . . you have to cultivate the art of staying awake. You must learn to resist (firmly but not tensely) the unceasing hypnotic suggestions of the radio, the billboards, the movies and the newspapers; those demon voices which are forever whispering in your ear what you should desire, what you should fear, what you should wear and eat and drink and enjoy, what you should think and do and be.
I have not had a drink for four years, which for me is a long time.
You gotta be think'n Sam Adams, not drink'n Sam Adams
I think we should take a break, fill our little tummies and drink up.