Some people think memoirs should be held to a perfect journalistic standard. Some people don't. Obviously I don't. My goal was never to create or to write a perfect journalistic standard of my life. It was always to be as literature.

Dreams can come true there [Los Angeles]in ways impossible anywhere else, and they can get destroyed as well.

The point of what I do is that it doesn't really matter what a book or a story is as long it moves you, informs you, challenges you, entertains you, or changes you.

But that's part of faith. Believing and knowing despite what other people say, and despite what the world might think of your beliefs.

On my first day in jail, a three hundred pound man named Porterhouse hit me in the back of the head with a metal tray. I was standing in line for lunch and I didn't see it coming. I went down. When I got up, I turned around and started throwing punches." (James Frey, pg.1)

I love the process of being alone in a room.

Love only brought me lonliness and horror.