I've got to stop getting obsessed with human beings and fall in love with a chair. Chairs have everything human beings have to offer, and less, which is obviously what I need. Less emotional feedback, less warmth, less approval, less patience and less response. The less the merrier. Chairs it is. I must furnish my heart with feelings for furniture.

If you look at the person that someone chooses to have a relationship with, you'll see what they think of themselves.

I don't like my face. I don't like to look at it.

Actually, social drug-taking went kind of low-key for a couple of years. Probably because of AIDS, people got very conscious of their health. But it seems to be making a comeback. Just the other night I was at a party where people kept disappearing into the bathroom every few minutes. I'm glad I did all that in my 20s and that I'm done with it. And that I wrote about it in Postcards from the Edge.

My mother had an amazing life, and she's someone to admire.

You know how they say that religion is the opiate of the masses? Well I took masses of opiates religiously.

Revenge may not be a particularly high consciousness-oriented activity.