The Edge...There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. The others-the living-are those who pushed their control as far as they felt they could handle it, and then pulled back, or slowed down, or did whatever they had to when it came time to choose between Now and Later. But the edge is still Out there.

Journalism is "a low trade and a habit worse than heroin, a strange seedy world of misfits and drunkards and failures.

There's also a down side.

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

My greatest talent is in my ability to choose good friends. It's about as important as things get.

Journalism, to me, is just another drug - a free ride to scenes I'd probably miss if I stayed straight.

Not a wasted word. This has been a main point to my literary thinking all my life.