We didn't wish -- wishes are wasted... We didn't hope -- because our future was inevitable... And we didn't pray -- we were on our own.
James St. JamesNo, Michael, I do not trust you on a boat, I do not trust you on a goat. I do not trust you here. I do not trust you there. I do not trust you anywhere.
James St. JamesPeople die all around us all the time. Drop like flies. Overdose. Aids. Sometimes they kill themselves. People come. They go. Dying is the same as rehab or moving back to Missouri. It just means I won't be seeing them again
James St. JamesAnd what do we have here? A scary monster, cowboy, and a fairy princess! Here's a hit of ecstasy, run along now.
James St. JamesI can be an incredibly fabulous person, and I don't have to be in the highest heels, the tallest wig, the skimpiest outfit.
James St. JamesDrug addicts are so funny that way. Just spinning around, lost in their own little world. Doing so much, accomplishing so little. How sad.
James St. JamesIf we're all going to hell in a handbasket, we might as well make it a party on the way down
James St. JamesIt's all about self-expression; you know, if you feel like a troll then you should look like a troll. It doesn't matter what you look like. I mean, if you have a hunchback just throw a little glitter on it, honey, and go dancing!
James St. JamesFunny, that no matter where you are in the world, there's always someone eager to help you destroy yourself.
James St. JamesI donโt know how you look at the inside of your head โ what metaphor you choose โ but for those of us with endless yawning stretches of interior and nothing but nothing to stop us from getting lost in it, drugs can be wonderfully helpful.
James St. JamesThere are people who have too much space between their ears, and given the time, do nothing but free fall forever inside their head. It's a spooky thing to be left alone inside an angry innerverse.
James St. JamesWhen you let the wolves guard the hen house, there's bound to be a few chicken dinners.
James St. JamesWe are all freaks. Yes! Alone in our rooms at night, we are all weirdoes and outcasts and losers. That is what being a teenager is all about! Whether you admit it or not, you are all worried that the others wonโt accept you, that if they knew the real you, they would recoil in horror. Each of us carries with us a secret shame that we think is somehow uniqueโฆAnd if we are, each of us, freaks โ then canโt we accept whatโs different in each other and move on?
James St. James