I never knew where I was going, but I ripped the tits off of everything that got in my way. By the time they figured me out, it was too late.

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.

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

As long as I'm learning something, I figure I'm OK - it's a decent day.

Bush is a natural-born loser with a filthy-rich daddy who pimped his son out to rich oil-mongers. He hates music, football and sex, in no particular order, and he is no fun at all.

I am a road man for the lords of karma.

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