There's no deodorant for desperation.

I don't really know how to do much else besides write.

The second time I took acid, I watched myself in the mirror for nine hours. What I realized, when I stared, was that my face looked exactly the same when I cried as when I laughed. After awhile I couldn't tell which I was doing. Relief was just pain inside out.

How do you write when you're not miserable? The solution, of course, is to make yourself miserable about not writing.

Creativity is the opposite of TV

I think there's a phenomenon of people who want to be around something that seems "dangerous." It makes them feel more real.

My own theory is that people are just so desperate for somebody they can feel better than, in America. Now that everyone's going broke and working 17 jobs - if they have one at all - at least they can look at these guys behind bars and think, "At least I get to wear my own clothes to work."