Quotes from James St. James

We danced on the lip of the volcano, so to speak. We were young, too. And New York was still a big, open city where anything could happen and anyone could be star. Rents were cheap, creativity was encouraged, and bottle service was still 20 years away. That was the era the Club Kids came into.

How bloated we all are to think that our childhoods matter, that anybody really cares about our little lives.

Drug addicts are so funny that way. Just spinning around, lost in their own little world. Doing so much, accomplishing so little.

If were all going to hell in a handbasket, we might as well make it a party on the way down.

Don't sleep through your dreams.

Funny, that no matter where you are in the world, there's always someone eager to help you destroy yourself. It

Death was easy. A piece of pie. That is the true horror.

First: Spend at least six hours getting ready. Study yourself in the mirror at home. Is your hairdo media-friendly? Will your outfit read in black and white? Does your "look" inspire at least two clever sound bites?

But if familiarity breeds contempt, it also fosters a bond—

Light bulbs up the ass, no big deal!" you say. "On a good night I can fit a Butterball and two sweet potatoes up my bum!" Aye--But here's the rub: How did these bulbs come to shine so brightly? They weren't plugged into an electrical socket... An hour before her performance, Ida lay spread-eagle on the ground, and she had a helping hand (and how) slowly, carefully, millimeter by millimeter--INSERT A BATTERY PACK INTO HER UPPER INTESTINE.

When I told my mother the extremes I went to in order to make a living, she just shook her head and said, "Now don't you wish you'd finished college, dear?" Mother's are so wise, sometimes.

You call me a freak. You say that I'm different and that I don't belong. Well okay. I accept that.

Gender is a choice, not a life sentence!

Funny, that no matter where you are in the world, there's always someone eager to help you destroy yourself.

We are all freaks. Yes! Alone in our rooms at night, we are all weirdoes and outcasts and losers. That is what being a teenager is all about! Whether you admit it or not, you are all worried that the others won't accept you, that if they knew the real you, they would recoil in horror. Each of us carries with us a secret shame that we think is somehow unique…And if we are, each of us, freaks – then can't we accept what's different in each other and move on?

Funny, that no matter where you are in the world, there's always someone eager to help you destroy yourself.

If we're all going to hell in a handbasket, we might as well make it a party on the way down

I give you bitter pills, in a sugar coating. The pills are harmless - the poison's in the sugar

Watch out for the average--they're usually hiding something big.

There are people who have too much space between their ears, and given the time, do nothing but free fall forever inside their head. It's a spooky thing to be left alone inside an angry innerverse.

Tease hair, not homos!

People die all around us all the time. Drop like flies. Overdose. Aids. Sometimes they kill themselves. People come. They go. Dying is the same as rehab or moving back to Missouri. It just means I won't be seeing them again

Drug addicts are so funny that way. Just spinning around, lost in their own little world. Doing so much, accomplishing so little. How sad.

We didn't wish -- wishes are wasted... We didn't hope -- because our future was inevitable... And we didn't pray -- we were on our own.