Ever see a hot shot hit, kid? I saw the Gimp catch one in Philly. We rigged his room with a one-way whorehouse mirror and charged a sawski to watch it. He never got the needle out of his arm. They don't if the shot is right. That's the way they find them, dropper full of clotted blood hanging out of a blue arm. The look in his eyes when it hit --- Kid, it was tasty.

My relationship with cats has saved me from a deadly and pervasive ignorance.

Virtue is simply happiness, and happiness is a by-product of function. You are happy when you are functioning.

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.

Artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact.

Life is a cutup. And to pretend that you write or paint in a timeless vacuum is just simply . . . not . . . true, not in accord with the facts of human perception.

The self is like a pimping blackmailing chauffeur who gets you from here to there on word lines.