In my family, misery didn't just love company, it wanted hostages.
To me, God is like this happy bus driver.
At 17, all I wanted was to be a famous junky. Like all my heroes.
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.
Nothing ever turns me on so much in a woman as unhappiness.
I need - and occasionally love - to write for the same reasons I always did: hard as writing is, it's generally easier than life.