In terms of coke, the only money I ever thought about was that dollar bill I had stuck up my nose.

There is a core of loneliness. It's partly existential. Secondly, I was raised a loner. My parents were not there. My father was asked to leave because he couldn't metabolize ethanol. Actually, my mother ran away with us when I was 2 months old and my brother was 5. Real dramatic stuff: down the fire escape, through backyards. So, I sort of raised myself. I was alone a lot and I invented myself - I lived through the radio and through my imagination.

This country was founded by a group of slave owners who told us that all men are created equal.

Here's a phrase that apparently the airlines simply made up: near miss. They say that if 2 planes almost collide, it's a near miss. Bullshit, my friend. It's a near hit! A collision is a near miss. [WHAM! CRUNCH!] "Look, they nearly missed!" "Yes, but not quite.

They're only words. You can't be afraid of words that speak the truth, even if it's an unpleasant truth.

"Fussy eater" is a euphemism for "big pain in the ass."

When you're high, it's easy to kid yourself about how clever certain mediocre pieces of material are.