I’m a writer. I never expected to be recognised on the street. I never expected to get that kind of coverage, good or bad. I never expected to sell as many books as I have.
We know have the power of God in many ways: the atomic bomb, the ability to create life in a test tube, cloning, artificial intelligence.
Words can’t say this. The one word love means too little for what it is. It means everything and that is still not enough.
She made me feel better than I have ever felt, better than I imagined I could feel, and it scared me, it scared me to the point of paralysis.
I hope nobody took the Razzle Dazzle Rose.
I don’t care what people come at me with. People have come at me with everything you could imagine. I could care less about that.
I always wanted to be the outlaw. And that’s to a certain extent how I’ve lived.
Laughing and Love. They are both drugs.
I just think it’s a great world to tell stories in, to tell cool stories: money, sex, fame, and scandal. Those are great subject matters to work with.
They had dreams but they called them dreams because they were unrelated to reality, they were a distant unknown, an impossibility, they would never come true.
I go to my Room and I drink and I smoke some cigarettes and I think about her. I drink and I smoke and I think about her and at a certain point blackness comes and my memory fails me.
But love is different for every person. For some it’s hate, for some it’s joy, for some it’s fear, for some it’s jealousy, for some it’s torture, for some it’s peace. For some it’s everything.
But that’s part of faith. Believing and knowing despite what other people say, and despite what the world might think of your beliefs.
In life we often look to others for simple, but difficult answers, despite the fact that we have those answers ourselves.
Trauma is survivable, but often not much more. It kills you while allowing you to still live.
You don’t have to follow anybody’s rules.
You only live once, buy Picassos whenever possible.
I meet a third man he’s an old man he trips in the street he falls and I help him up, walk him to the curb. He shakes my hand says keep the faith, young man. I ask him what he means, he says keep running and don’t let them catch you.
He pulled out turned west and started driving towards the glow it was thousands of miles away, he started driving towards the glow.
A contest was held in 1994 to rename the Los Angeles Convention and Exhibition Center after an extensive renovation and expansion. The winning name, chosen from over ten thousand entries, was the Los Angeles Convention Center.