Once I establish credit, I may be able to function. A man needs credit. Especially when he has no money.
Any kind of political campaign that taps the kind of energy that nothing else can reach would generate a tremendous high for everybody involved in it.
Avoid being seized by the police. The cops are not your friends. Don’t tell them anything.
I couldn’t imagine, and I don’t say this with any pride, but I really couldn’t imagine writing without a desperate deadline.
Most of my stuff is just a series of false leads. I’ll approach a story as a subject and then make a whole bunch of different runs at the lead. They’re all good writing but they don’t connect. So I end up having to string leads together.
Journalism, to me, is just another drug – a free ride to scenes I’d probably miss if I stayed straight.
A man has to BE something; he has to matter.
No cop was ever born who wasn’t a sucker for a finely-executed high-speed Controlled Drift all the way around one of those clover-leaf freeway interchanges.
I measure my life in pages. If I have pages at dawn, it’s been a good night.
I feel trapped if I know I can’t kill myself at anytime.
Fiction is based on reality unless you’re a fairy-tale artist, you have to get your knowledge of life from somewhere. You have to know the material you’re writing about before you alter it.
Just sick enough to be totally confident.
Crack is ruining the drug culture.
In four short years he has turned our country from a prosperous nation at peace into a desperately indebted nation at war. But so what? He is the President of the United States, and you’re not. Love it or leave it.
At age 22 I set what I insist is an all-time record for distance hitchhiking in Bermuda shorts: 3,700 miles in three weeks.
Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser.
A man never stoops so low as when he rises to the challenge of politics.
The Sixties were an era of extreme reality. I miss the smell of tear gas. I miss the fear of getting beaten.
We must ride this strange torpedo out until the end.
Music has always been a matter of energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel.