I'd much rather do an obviously commercial writing project than get a day job.

In high school I was the dog, always, and I never have felt comfortable or right in my body, and part of my whole exhibitionist thing has probably been a way of testing to see whether or not I really was this repulsive creature that I felt like for so long.

In France, for instance, one magazine writer was convinced that On The Road had been a huge influence on Lost Souls and was crushed to learn that I hadn't read the one until after I'd written the other.

It was like discovering that your innermost fires and terrors, the things you believed no one else could fathom, were in fact the basis of a recognized philosophy. Some part of you felt intimately invaded, threatened; some other part fell to its knees and sobbed in gratitude that it was no longer alone.

Never relinquish your terrors. That's when they catch you.

Maybe they did what they had to do to live, and tried to get a little love and have a little fun before the darkness took them.

Delete nothing. Move nothing. Change nothing. Learn everything.