alcoholics

If Canada had a soul (a doubtful proposition, Moses thought) then it wasn't to be found in Batoche or the Plains of Abraham or Fort Walsh or Charlottetown or Parliament Hill, but in The Caboose and thousands of bars like it that knit the country together from Peggy's Cove, Nova Scotia, to the far side of Vancouver Island.

I had also read somewhere that if a man didn't truly believe or understand what he was espousing, somehow he could do a more convincing job

I want to thank everyone out there who has chosen not to drive after they have had something to drink.

When people who believe themselves to be addicts or alcoholics come under great stress or trauma, they mentally give themselves permission to drink or use drugs as a remedy.

By drinking, a boy acts like a man. After drinking, many a man acts like a boy.

No one waits to trap him in a lie. He is told what lies he is getting ready to tell.

I'm an old man now. Old on the inside. I'm a drunk, and I hate to tell you, but I'm not prepared to change. So you have to figure out if you want to forgive me and love me like I am, or run away again. Or hell, stay here and hate me. Just...know that I love you the best way I know how. I always have. I do the best I can.