I think drugs are like strawberries and peaches.
I got tired of feeling like Dracula. I wanted to see some daylight, and not just at six o’clock in the morning.
If I'm going dancing, then I wear the highest heels with the shortest dress.
It sounds really corny but I think that if you're beautiful inside it shows on the outside, for sure.
It's kind of rebellious to be yourself.
Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.
I want to live my life in a way that when I get really old, I look back at my life and say: aaah I lived it, not survived it.
Alice: This is impossible. The Mad Hatter: Only if you believe it is.
Writing is the only place I can be myself and not feel judged.
Is it strange, then, that in a literature so concerned with realism and with personal liberation this refusal and impoverishment of the life of the spirit have always nourished the screamers, the eccentrics, the pseudo-Whitmans, the calculating terrorists?
Lazy fokes's stummucks don't git tired.