Forward steps are made by giving up old armor because words are built into you - in the soft typewriter of the womb you do not realize the word-armor you carry; for example, when you read this page your eyes move irresistibly from left to right following the words that you have been accustomed to.

I like the idea of generalizing the narcotic thing by making it black meat addiction.

As a young child I wanted to be a writer because writers were rich and famous. They lounged around Singapore and Rangoon smoking opium in a yellow pongee silk suit. They sniffed cocaine in Mayfair and they penetrated forbidden swamps with a faithful native boy and lived in the native quarter of Tangier smoking hashish and languidly caressing a pet gazelle.

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

In this world, [of Flash and Filigree] nothing is true, and censure or outrage is simply irrelevant.

Dennis Cooper, God help him, is a born writer.

You see, control can never be a means to any practical end...It can never be a means to anything but more control...like junk.