I had done either too much coke or too little, a constant problem in my life.

There's no accounting for laws. Or the changes wrought by men and time.

...the sun rose each morning to stare into my face with the blank but touching gaze of a lovely retarded child.

I have learned some things. Modern life is warfare without end: take no prisoners, leave no wounded, eat the dead--that's environmentally sound.

I try to stay two drinks ahead of reality and three behind a drunk

Home is where you hang your hangover.

Youth endures all things, kings and poetry and love. Everything but time.