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.

I have always loved blizzards, if only because of the driving experience - which is definitely an acquired taste.

You can't hoard fun. It has no shelf life.

I was 22 when JFK was murdered, and I will never recover from it... Never.

I hate pain, despite my ability to tolerate it beyond all known parameters, which is not necessarily a good thing.

Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday.

It drops us into a vigorous current, a constant state of misguided control. The doomed generation takes a final step forward, ignoring all the signs that state the obvious, and leaps into a trip no drug known to man could ever encompass.