One of the interesting things about "outsidership" is that underneath it there's a longing to belong. I just wish the thing I refused to belong to - the species, Western capital culture - was a little more respectable. My one true relaxation is my flotation tank, in which I can either meditate or just drift off.

There are only two types of motorists: the idiots who drive slower than me, and the lunatics who go faster.

You know an odd feeling? Sitting on the toilet eating a chocolate candy bar.

Sometimes, after I'd gone at the coke like one of those snow plows moving up First Avenue, I'd think my heart was over on the dresser, pounding, and I was watching it. I asked some of the doctors who drifted through the intensive-care unit what kind of effect total cocaine abuse has on the heart and they said things like, "Well, there's not enough valid information...." That kind of answer.

Surround yourself with what you love.

I wanted to get a job as a gynecologist, but I couldn't find an opening.

How come when it’s us, it’s an abortion, and when it’s a chicken, it’s an omelette?