I escaped the [Southern-writer] label because I didn't and don't write about the South.

That old feeling is still in my leaking heart.

If, after spending time with a person, you feel as though you've lost a quart of plasma, avoid that person in the future.

Whether you sniff it smoke it eat it or shove it up your ass the result is the same: addiction.

You do an awful lot of bad writing in order to do any good writing. Incredibly bad. I think it would be very interesting to make a collection of some of the worst writing by good writers.

A junky runs on junk time. When the junk is cut off, the clock runs down and stops. All he can do is hang on and wait for non-junky time to start. A sick junky has no escape from external time, no place to go. He can only wait.

As an old junk pusher told me, 'Watch whose money you pick up.'