N. F. Simpson
Reality is an illusion created by a lack of alcohol.Collection: Drinking
I eat merely to put food out of my mind.Collection: Food
Each of us as he receives his private trouncings at the hands of fate is kept in good heart by hearing of the moth in his brother's parachute and the scorpion in his neighbor's underwear.Collection: Brother
Remember, to them it is us who are the enemy.Collection: Enemy
Sanity is an illusion caused by alcohol deficiency.Collection: Alcohol