No one owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.

I miss you so much your absence causes me, at times, accute pain. I don't mean sexually. I mean in connection with my writing.

I certainly wouldn't advocate anyone using drugs on a regular or habitual basis.

Time: a landing field! Death needs time like a junkie needs junk.

You know a real friend? Someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone.

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

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