Heroin spread that soft blanket over everything. But once the blanket was ripped off, it took a layer of skin with it, leaving nothing but nerve ends screaming in the breeze.

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

If you're here for four more years or four more weeks, you're here right now. I think when you're somewhere, you ought to be there. It's not about how long you stay in a place, it's about what you do while you're there, and when you go, is that place any better for your having been there?

Heroin spread that soft blanket over everything. But once the blanket was ripped off, it took a layer of skin with it, leaving nothing but nerve ends screaming in the breeze.

How do you write when you're not miserable? The solution, of course, is to make yourself miserable about not writing.

Creativity is the opposite of TV

The art and act of writing - speaking just for myself - involves getting your proverbial ass in the proverbial chair.