Nothing ever turns me on so much in a woman as unhappiness.

I always tell myself, when I remember the non-stop self-generated hell party that used to be my life, I wouldn't be here if I didn't go there.

I always figured I myself would never be lucky enough to die, I'd just live on and on in this increasingly dreary spiral.

Creativity is the opposite of TV

All my life I'd gone for women who were a little off.

The traditional dictionary definition of the difference is that an alcoholic will steal your wallet in a blackout, come to, and apologize for it. A junkie will steal your wallet and then help you look for it. But ultimately I think all addictions boil down to just not being able to be with yourself for any long degree of time.

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