Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.

Being able to embrace contradictions is a sign of intelligence. Or insanity.

The place looks like where David Lynch would meet Beaver Cleaver's mom for secret afternoons of bondage and milkshakes.

When you're born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it's not.

If I learned anything Downtown, it's this: the only real difference between an enemy and a friend is the day of the week.

I seldom feel trapped by my world. Setting up rules and restrictions is part of the process. It gives your world shape. I always look at these things like haiku: you have to work within certain parameters, but within them, you’re completely free.

I tap a Malediction out of the box, fire it up, and puff. It tastes like a tire fire in a candy factory next door to a strip club. The best cigarettes ever.