I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim.
Frida Kahlo
Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only real cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas.
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
There's room at the top, they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
John Lennon, Working Class Hero
It may feel wonderfully fulfilling, putting one's best foot forward, sweating and fiddling and wiping and sculpting impeccable little spires of a-la-minute food for an adoring dining public, but there is another kind of satisfaction: the grim pride of the journeyman professional, the cook who's got moves, who can kick ass on the line, who can do serious numbers, and 'get through.'
Anthony Bourdain, The Nasty Bits