I tried to make meat loaf out of the girl but it becomes too frustrating a task and instead I spend the afternoon smearing her meat all over the walls, chewing on strips of skin I ripped from her body

What keeps me interested--and it always does--is how can she be a bad actress on film but a good one in reality?

Life is like a typographical error: we're constantly writing and rewriting things over each other.

Adjust my dreams for me.

what's right? If you want something, you have the right to take it. If you want to do something, you have the right to do it.

So…” Kimball looks at his book helplessly. “There’s nothing you can tell me about Paul Owen?” “Well.” I sigh. “He led what I suppose was an orderly life, I guess. “ Really stumped, I offer, “He...ate a balanced diet.

And it struck me then, that I liked Sean because he looked, well, slutty. A boy who had been around. A boy who couldn't remember if he was Catholic or not.