Disintegration---I'm taking it in stride.

Baby, when you were young and your heart was an open book, you used to say live and let live. You know you did, you know you did, you know you did.

I think a lot of snowflakes are alike...and I think a lot of people are alike too.

Do you wear a diaphragm everywhere you go?' I want to scream, but stop myself because the idea really excites me.

It's because you're always fighting sentiment. You're fighting sentimentality all of the time because being a mother alerts you in such a primal way.

The seeds of love have taken hold and if we won't burn together, I'll burn alone.

Hip," I murmur, remembering last night, how I lost it completely in a stall at Nell's---my mouth foaming, all I could think about were insects, lots of insects, and running at pigeons, foaming at the mouth and running at pigeons.