I never could have written the screenplay because I would have been forced to learn new software and I can't learn one more thing.

It was like living in a new house. I saw the undersides of tables, walked through the tangle of chair legs. It would be good to be a dog, I thought. You would feel safe surrounded by all of these leggy objects that never tried to run away.

It turned out I had always been a smoker. I just hadn't had any cigarettes.

The more obsessed one is with getting thin, the more certain it becomes that one will never get there.

You cannot be a prisoner of your past against your will. Because you can only live in the past inside your mind.

I was struck with a bolt of distilled horror like I have never known before. Far worse than suddenly finding yourself walking through a prison cafeteria wearing Daisy Duke shorts and a Jane Fonda headband.

Just as I had long suspected, a person didn't really need math for anything anyway. Maybe some people did. Some limited people.