If you have no drugs, then you have revolution, and then drugs will be the only thing stopping that.

We have to concentrate back on: Where is the money going? Where's it been going for the last thirty years? How do we start to redistribute the cake more evenly, and give people opportunities? That's as much about poor white people in West Virginia as it is about poor black people on the Southside of Chicago.

But even Es and cocaine, over the years they blow holes in your brain, rob you of your memories, your past. Which is fair enough, convenient even.

The first job of a writer is to be honest.

I feel like I've exhausted guys and male friendships.

It's hard to maintain both smack and crack habbits and remember to keep up mobile-phone payments.

There is a kind of mysticism to writing.