But I'm not a saint yet. I'm an alcoholic. I'm a drug addict. I'm homosexual. I'm a genius.

My father was quite an attractive guy. He was very intelligent and very amusing. I didn't like him. He was always very nice to me but I just didn't like him.

Rusty thinks I should smoke marijuana, and I did for a while, but it only makes me giggle.

all his prayers of the past had been simple concrete requests: God, give me a bicycle, a knife with seven blades, a box of oil paints. Only how, how, could you say something so indefinite, so meaningless as this: God, let me be loved.

Jay Sebring cut my hair a couple of times.

Clocks indeed must have their sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity?

Here is a hall without exit, a tunnel without end.