Junk is the ideal product... the ultimate merchandise. No sales talk necessary. The client will crawl through a sewer and beg to buy.

If I had my way we'd sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes.

Faced by the actual practice of freedom, the French and American revolutions would be forced to stand by their words.

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

A junky runs on junk time. When the junk is cut off, the clock runs down and stops. All he can do is hang on and wait for non-junky time to start. A sick junky has no escape from external time, no place to go. He can only wait.

Kick is seeing things from a special angle. Kick is momentary freedom from the claims of the aging, cautious, nagging, fightened flesh.

The cat does not offer services. The cat offers itself. Of course he wants care and shelter. You don't buy love for nothing.