Only The Opium Eater Truly Understands The

I Believe That Writing Is An Account Of The Powers Of Extrication.

Now Working Is Terribly Painful And I'm Still Having A Fight With The Booze. I've Enlisted The Help Of A Doctor But It's Touch And Go. A Day For Me; A Day For The Hootch.

Fiction Is Experimentation; When It Ceases To Be That, It Ceases To Be Fiction.

How Can We Describe The Most Exalted Experience Of Our Physical Lives [sex], As If-jack, Wrench, Hubcap, And Nuts-we Were Describing The Changing Of A Flat Tire?

There Is A Terrible Sameness To The Euphoria Of Alcohol And The Euphoria Of Metaphor.