Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash.

How I feel is cheap and used, dirty and humiliated. Dirty and tricked and thrown away.

Every masterpiece is just dirt and ash put together in some perfect way.

I want out of the labels. I don't want my whole life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else, unknowable, some place to be that's not on the map. A real adventure.' A spinx. A mystery. A blank. Unknown. Undefined.

Yes, terrible things happen, but sometimes those terrible things - they save you.

Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions.

I went to sexaholics anonymous for six months. For research. I wanted to see the structure of the groups, how they were conducted, and what the atmosphere was like, and also to be able to describe the people as human beings, rather than as the dirty jokes that they are in our culture.