Love only brought me lonliness and horror.

There are places from which you cannot return. There is damage that can be irreparable.

Ive never had any interest at all in being a journalist or writing some sort of historically accurate autobiography.

L.A is a huge place, literally and metaphorically. Its beauty and horror. Its unconventional history. Its draw and allure. Its diversity and segregation.

Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don't work.

People don't want to accept the responsibility for their own weakness, so they place the blame on something that they're not responsible for, like disease or genetics.

The one word love means too little for what it is. It doesn't communicate even a fraction of the feelings involved. Love. The word is not enough for what it is. Love. Love.