Don't ever write a novel unless it hurts like a hot turd coming out.

Love dries up, I thought as I walked back to the bathroom, even faster than sperm.

I pretend to understand because I don't want anybody to be hurt

A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.

Find what you love and let it kill you.

I was their bar freak, they needed me to make themselves feel better. just like, at times, I needed that graveyard.

First paycheck I get, I thought, I'm going to get myself a room near the downtown L.A. Public Library.