Junkies are liars. They have to be professionally.

You can't really compare hells. But I suppose the hell of being strung out on another person's addictive behavior is its own special thing.

I don't really know how to do much else besides write.

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

My own theory is that people are just so desperate for somebody they can feel better than, in America. Now that everyone's going broke and working 17 jobs - if they have one at all - at least they can look at these guys behind bars and think, "At least I get to wear my own clothes to work."

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

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