I didn't know how to say goodbye. Words were stupid. They said so little. Yet they opened up holes you could fall into and never climb out of again.

Doing good doesn't always make you feel good. I don't care what they tell you in church.

No one is a virgin, because life has screwed us all.

When I wrote, I felt better, as if I had remade the world all of a piece, the way I wanted it to be, not the way it was.

Because I had already resolved that if you're afraid of love, your heart will break anyway, only in not half so nice a fashion as it does when you let somebody love you.

I want a place. It has to do with the kind of person I want to be. And how I fit in to everything. I want people to listen when I open my mouth. And know I'm worth listening to." She stared at me. "That's all?" To me it was not all, it was everything.

You don't trade in the devil you know for the one you don't know.