Addiction is a serious desease; it will end with jail, mental institutions or death.

I enjoyed having a reputation as being wild, but these days I try not to worry about what people think in the privacy of their own brain or what they write in the bizarre publicity of their own newspapers, because all of those things are meaningless.

I missed him, of course, but sometimes close friendships have a tidal beat that pulls you towards different shores though the ocean that connects you remains.

Tumbling into a dark, Lewis Carroll labyrinth of filth, pursuing a white rabbit of smut!

How long is it polite to continue to be interested in what someone says after they reveal they've got a boyfriend?

I do have a regard for the musicality of language that came from BBC sitcoms like 'Fawlty Towers.'

When you bump into your own mom at an orgy, it's hard not to get her to read into certain things.