“Everyone always asks you where you would go if you died right now. But what if you didn't? Then what would you do?”

“I think you're a terrible person and I hope you get some psychiatric help. Go to hell.”

“The forces of chaos, I had learned, were only *enemy forces if you attempted to resist them. The moment you accepted the idea that your life could, and probably would, veer off in an implausible new direction at any given moment, those forces started working *for you. Because if anything was possible...well, then *anything was possible.”

“We talk about our assholes. We talk about our cocks. We talk about who we fucked last night, or who we’re gonna fuck tomorrow…Everyone tells one’s friends about that, right? So the question is, what happens when you make a distinction between what you tell your friends and what you tell your muse? The trick is to break down that distinction, to approach your muse as frankly as you would talk to yourself, or to your friends. It’s the ability to commit to writing, to write the same way you are.”

“There's no reason to waste time trying to prove who you are to people that don't even know who they are.”

“If you real desire is to be good, there is no need to wait for the money before you do it; you can do it now, this very moment, and just where you are.”

“You always think another time would have been ideal for you . . . the reality is there was no novocaine when you went to the dentist.”