There are no innocent bystanders.

So many people in the Western World are just automatically made ill by any sort of frank writing about sexual matters.

Knowing you might not make it... in that knowledge courage is born.

I prefer cats to people, for the most part. Most people aren't cute at all, and if they are cute they very rapidly outgrow it.

Most people don't see what's going on around them. That's my principal message to writers: 'For God's sake, keep your eyes open. Notice what's going on around you.'

To be an outlaw you must first have a base in law to reject and get out of, I never had such a base. I never had a place I could call home that meant any more than a key to a house, apartment or hotel room. ... Am I alien? Alien from what exactly? Perhaps my home is my dream city, more real than my waking life precisely because it has no relation to waking life.

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