And then I understood that she had no idea what she'd done to my family. She thought love and hatred were equal.

Maybe some love was guaranteed. Maybe it fit inside you and around you like skin and bones.

Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever. The ever after, what precisely was that? Your dreams, your life, your death, your everything. Was it the blank space that went on without us? The forever after we were gone?

You can never tell about a person by guessing...that's why language was invented. Otherwise, we'd all be like dogs, sniffing each other to find out where we stood.

I could hardly get a boy to look at me. All right, they'd look, they'd even take me out, but no one asked for a second date. I was too nasty, a real wise guy, and all the boys could tell what my rotten disposition was. Deep down, I wanted a commitment with a capital C. To get anywhere with me, a boy would have to sign his undying loyalty with his own blood.

I think growing up is difficult and it's a process that I'm always interested in, with kids and adults, they are often on two different universes.

You can't dispute the ridiculous. You can't argue reasonably with evil.