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.

All of us, at some point in life, choose our cliché.

This is, I believe, what happens when people take their own lives. They're not killing themselves, they're killing the world. Either to spare it pain or to cause it some, depending.

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

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.

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