Fiction is a bridge to the truth that journalism can't reach.

With the truth so dull and depressing, the only working alternative is wild bursts of madness and filigree.

Myths and legends die hard in America. We love them for the extra dimension they provide, the illusion of near-infinite possibility to erase the narrow confines of most men's reality. Weird heroes and mould-breaking champions exist as living proof to those who need it that the tyranny of 'the rat race' is not yet final.

My first feeling was a wild desire to drive a stake in the sand and claim the place for myself. The beach was white as salt, and cut off from the world by a ring of steep hills that faced the sea. We were on the edge of a large bay and the water was that clear, turquoise color that you get with a white sand bottom. I had never seen such a place. I wanted to take off all my clothes and never wear them again.

I knew a Buddhist once, and I've hated myself ever since.

I didn't know Johnny Depp could act until he played me.

The mind & body must be subjected to extreme stimulus, by means of drugs & music.