It's a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat sh** and die.

In Hong Kong, Dallas, or at home —and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed — breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chilies , a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert.

To make a point of declaring friendship is to cheapen it. For men's emotions are very rarely put into words successfully.

When you write for a living and you can't do anything else, you know that sooner or later that the deadline is going to come screaming down on you like a goddamn banshee. There's no avoiding it...So one day you just don't appear at the El Adobe bar anymore; you shut the door, paint the windows black, rent an electric typewriter and become the monster you always were - the writer.

I believe the Republicans have never thought that democracy was anything but a tribal myth.

Absolute truth is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism.

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