I don’t know how you look at the inside of your head — what metaphor you choose — 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.

I'm not addicted to drugs, I'm addicted to glamour.

Drug addicts are so funny that way. Just spinning around, lost in their own little world. Doing so much, accomplishing so little. How sad.

I can remember every outfit I wore to every party going back to 1983.

Don't sleep through your dreams.

If letters had eyebrows, these would be arched.

The true nature of evil is that it is so very casual.