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

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

The traditional dictionary definition of the difference is that an alcoholic will steal your wallet in a blackout, come to, and apologize for it. A junkie will steal your wallet and then help you look for it. But ultimately I think all addictions boil down to just not being able to be with yourself for any long degree of time.

To me, God is like this happy bus driver.

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

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

I always figured I myself would never be lucky enough to die, I'd just live on and on in this increasingly dreary spiral.