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

One of the advantages of being dead, I guess, is that somebody else can edit all this.

No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride...and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well...maybe chalk it off to forced conscious expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.

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.

No, this is not a good town for psychedelic drugs. Reality itself is too twisted.

I noticed at once that Depp had a dangerously energized intelligence . . . He was a suave little brute, but he had a wicked sense of humor and a rare instinct for escalation.

Sounds of life and movement, people getting ready and people giving up, the sound of hope and the sound of hanging on, and behind them all, the quiet, deadly ticking of a thousand hungry clocks.