It got to the point where I started hiding because I didn't want to be photographed. (On living with Robert Mapplethorpe)

What is the soul? What color is it? I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and fail to return. I did my best not to fall asleep, to keep it inside of me where it belonged.

I loved books; I read my childhood away. I was more interested in my interior world.

I didn't know Kurt Cobain or Amy Winehouse, but I was affected by both of their deaths because I admired their work so much and mourned their youth and work they would never produce.

Should I pursue a path so twisted? Should I crawl defeated and gifted?

My father was always talking about God, and I idolized my father, so I'd spend hours trying to have mental telepathy with God.

I wrote every day. I don't think I could have written Just Kids had I not spent all of the 80s developing my craft as a writer.