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

Life can be lived as a temporary arrangement. Life is a temporary arrangement! But the longer you go without changing, the more obscure the likelihood you ever will. After enough time passes, the idea of another way of life grows even more misty.

Junkies are liars. They have to be professionally.

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.

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.

This is what I think: If you had the nerve to live what you lived, you should have the nerve to write it.