I hate almost throwing up. Only pussies throw up.

There really is nothing like firsthand knowledge if it’s mine.

Fame had kept me from getting laid that night. Fame would make it so other people would bother me, follow me around with cameras, be all up in my shit, keep me from doing what I wanted to do when I wanted to do it. Fame could even potentially kill me. It killed a lot of people: John Lennon, Princess Diana, Selena.

Sometimes you can’t help but root for the underdog. Most underdogs are complete losers, though.

Vomiting isn't bad either, take note. It is, in certain more obvious respects, a show of force. I have always liked this story 'A man holding with one hand to a one-way sign is vomiting into the gutter, another man goes past near him and tells him: "If you only knew how much I agree with you.

Trashy people puke,” Tilly said. “Ladies are unwell.