I Think As An Artist

I Want A Drink. I Want Fifty Drinks. I Want A Bottle Of The Purest, Strongest, Most Destructive, Most Poisonous Alcohol On Earth. I Want Fifty Bottles Of It. I Want Crack, Dirty And Yellow And Filled With Formaldehyde. I Want A Pile Of Powder Meth, Five Hundred Hits Of Acid, A Garbage Bag Full Of Mushrooms, A Tube Of Glue Bigger Than A Truck, A Pool Of Gas Large Enough To Drown In. I Want Something Anything Whatever However As Much As I Can.

I Try To Write Books That Are Different From The Books I've Already Written. I Think One Of The Thing I Really Try To Do Is Reinvent How A Novel Can Be Written.

Love Only Brought Me Lonliness And Horror.

One Of The Beautiful And Terrible Things About America Is You Can Go There And Still Be Whatever You Want, If You Bust Your Ass And You Have Some Luck.

It's The Third Book Of The Bible, Called The Final Testament Of The Holy Bible.my Idea Of What The Messiah Would Be Like If He Were Walking The Streets Of New York Today. What Would He Believe? What Would He Preach? How Would He Live? With Who?