When somebody is that patient, you have to feel grateful, and then you want to hurt them. Does that make any sense?

Why do you have a cigarette lighter in your glove compartment?" her husband, Jack, asked her. "I'm bored with knitting. I've taken up arson

Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning. I want to be free to act, and I also want my actions to mean something.

Outside it's a perfect spring night. We stand on the sidewalk in front of our apartment building, and Henry takes my hand, and I look at him, and I raise our joined hands and Henry twirls me around and soon we're dancing down Belle Plaine Avenue, no music but the sound of cars whoosing by and our own laughter, and the smell of cherry blossoms that fall like snow on the sidewalk as we dance underneath the tress.

Listen, sometimes when you finally find out, you realize that you were much better off not knowing.

I'm bored with knitting. I've taken up arson.

It comes out so quietly that I have to ask her to repeat it: “It’s just that I thought maybe you were married to me.