Is Control controlled by its need to control? Answer: yes.

I had not taken a bath in a year nor changed my clothes or removed them except to stick a needle every hour in the fibrous grey wooden flesh of heroin addiction. I did absolutely nothing.

When all lies, deceit, pretense is stripped away, what remains? The truth of a painting, or a book or a man.

Never interfere in a girl and boy fight.

There is nothing more provocative than minding your own business.

I don't care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it.

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.