I can be an incredibly fabulous person, and I don't have to be in the highest heels, the tallest wig, the skimpiest outfit. I can let other things speak for me now.

There are people who have too much space between their ears, and given the time, do nothing but free fall forever inside their head. It's a spooky thing to be left alone inside an angry inner-verse.

How bloated we all are to think that our childhoods matter, that anybody really cares about our little lives.

You always remember your first overdose.

You see, I just love analogies. Give me a good old analogy any day.

Speaking from experience, there are people who have too much space between their ears, and given the time, do nothing but free fall forever inside their heads.

I can be an incredibly fabulous person, and I don’t have to be in the highest heels, the tallest wig, the skimpiest outfit.

I don’t know how you look at the inside of your head – what metaphor you choose – but for those of us with endless yawning stretches of interior and nothing but nothing to stop us from getting lost in it, drugs can be wonderfully helpful.

It’s a spooky thing to be left alone inside an angry innerverse.

And what do we have here? A scary monster, cowboy, and a fairy princess! Here’s a hit of ecstasy, run along now.