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.

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.

Crack is ruining the drug culture.

Get out of control, but appear under control. It?s not bad to alarm other people, though ? it?s good for them.

It is not necessary to accept the choices handed down to you by life as you know it.

A word to the wise is infuriating.

I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real.