I don't do acid anymore, so I travel instead.

My favorite one to see is the metal bikini on men.

Mothers are great. They outlast everything. But when they're bad, they're the worst thing that can happen.

You're only as sick as your secrets. Either it comes out their way or my way. I talk about myself behind my back. And I'm funny about it.

It creates community when you talk about private things and you can find other people that have the same things. Otherwise, I don't know, I felt very lonely with some of the issues that I had or history that I had. And when I shared about it, I found that others had it, too.

I did masses of opiates religiously.

From here on out, there's just reality. I think that's what maturity is: a stoic response to endless reality. But then, what do I know?