Everything that you know about yourself comes from thinking back, and I think I saw religion as the first big betrayal of me.

Jesus was a cross-dresser.

People who say they don't care what people think are usually desperate to have people think they don't care what people think.

Valentine's Day is devoted to love. Why don't we have a day devoted to hatred? The raw, visceral hatred that is felt every hour of the day by ordinary people, but is repressed for reasons of social order. I think it would be very cathartic, and it would certainly make for an exciting six o'clock news.

When you think about it, attention-deficit order makes a lot of sense. In this country there isn't a lot worth paying attention to.

Sometimes, when I was really loaded, I'd sit on the floor and sort out every nut and bolt in the house. It was just sheer insanity. And often there'd be speed in the cut, so I was a speed freak, too.

Why do they lock gas station bathrooms? Are they afraid someone will clean them?