Life can be lived as a temporary arrangement. Life is a temporary arrangement! But the longer you go without changing, the more obscure the likelihood you ever will. After enough time passes, the idea of another way of life grows even more misty.

Junkies are liars. They have to be professionally.

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

In my family, misery didn't just love company, it wanted hostages.

Half the reason I turned into a writer is you didn't have to show up anywhere. You could work naked.

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.

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.