A waft of sweet hash drifted by, and I wanted to float after it like Wimpy levitating at the scent of a hamburger.

This is what I think: If you had the nerve to live what you lived, you should have the nerve to write it.

Rumi will transform you, in ways you didn’t know you needed transforming.

You may think you don't want to throw your life away for mere fleeting euphoria. But, once you get a taste, it doesn't feel so mere. From then on the planet becomes a waiting room. The rest of your life devolves to no more than the time between highs.

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.

If you're here for four more years or four more weeks, you're here right now. I think when you're somewhere, you ought to be there. It's not about how long you stay in a place, it's about what you do while you're there, and when you go, is that place any better for your having been there?

At 17, all I wanted was to be a famous junky. Like all my heroes.