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

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

I think that a lot of people are in love with stress. It's the dirty little secret of Western civilization. People often mistake stress for fuel.... to me, stress is just another bad drug that I don't want to do.

It's not like I was an alkie or anything. Alcohol is for cleaning needles

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

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

You need an entire drama to construct your life around to avoid living it.