Early in my career I was divided because I had the real self underneath: the lawbreaker, the anarchist, the person who swims against the tide, the outsider, the loner, all of that guy. He was my private self, and I had this other side that wanted to be liked in order to do all those things I dreamed of as a little boy. I didn't realize that those things didn't go together until later. And I'm quite sure that my use of acid and peyote helped me accept what was really going on inside of me instead of what I had imposed on myself.

Pardon me I've got nothing to say.

Cocaine was different. It kept saying, "You haven't had enough." I became an abuser almost instantly.

There's no present. There's only the immediate future and the recent past.

When will all the rhetorical questions end?

We get what we deserve. They are our elected officials.

As powerful as anyone may claim God to be, somehow he always needs money.