I have no taste for either poverty or honest labor, so writing is the only recourse left for me.
In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.
It’s in my interest, in ours perhaps, or maybe the interests of the greater good, for me to smoke a joint, and calm down.
Graffiti is beautiful; like a brick in the face of a cop.
It was obvious that he was a man who marched through life to the rhythms of some drum I would never hear.
I just usually go with my own taste. If I like something, and it happens to be against the law, well, then I might have a problem.
Reality itself is too twisted.
Liberalism itself has failed, and for a pretty good reason. It has been too often compromised by the people who represented it.
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.