Look,' he said, 'I don't think we should continue this discussion. I don't like this side of you.' 'I'm not a box,' she said 'I don't have sides. This is it. One side fits all. This is it.

It creates community when you talk about private things and you can find other people that have the same things.

As we all know, there is no underwear in space.

I'm fond of kissing. It's part of my job. God sent me down to kiss a lot of people.

I was born imagining myself with an apron on, with pies cooling on the window sill and babies crying upstairs. I thought that all that stuff would somehow anchor me to the planet, that it was the weight I needed to keep from just flying off into space.

Actually,I am a failed anorexic. I have anorexic thinking, but I can't seem to muster the behavoir

I went to a doctor and told him I felt normal on acid, that I was a light bulb in a world of moths. That is what the manic state is like.