Most of my friends are into strange things I don't really understand - and with a few shameful exceptions I wish them all well. Who am I, after all, to tell some friend he shouldn't change his name to Oliver High, get rid of his family, and join a Satanism cult in Seattle? Or to argue with another friend who wants to buy a single-shot Remington Fireball so he can go out and shoot cops from a safe distance?

Have an objective to give your bender a theme. For instance, stalking and killing a wild pig with a bowie knife.

The most important thing a writer can have [is] the ability to live with the constant loneliness and a strong sense of revulsion for the banalities of everyday socializing.

Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously.

The downward spiral of Dumbness in America is about to hit a new low.

We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold.

With a bit of luck, his life was ruined forever. Always thinking that just behind some narrow door in all of his favorite bars, men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things he’ll never know.