I am a professional sportswriter, among other things, and I take the games seriously. It is only one of my many powerful addictions, and I don't mind admitting any of them.

If you have half a story and you don't know the rest, you use what you have to pry the rest out of someone.

I think I'm going to have to get a flying license very soon, and maybe one of those Lear jets. It beats motorcycles all to hell.

Most people who deal in words don't have much faith in them and I am no exception.

The association of motorcycles with LSD is no accident of publicity. They are both a means to an end, to the place of definitions.

Reality itself is too twisted.

I feel trapped if I know I can't kill myself at anytime