I don't want to care. If I care about things, it'll just be worse, it'll just be another thing to worry about. It's less painful if I don't care.

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.

I think we've all lost some kind of feeling.

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

After a while you learn that everything stops.

I feel I'm moving toward as well as away from something, and anything is possible.

I think basically most men are misogynistic.