[T]he astonishing purity of pain, how it will not be mixed with any other sensation.

There's nothing to talk about to strangers anymore, if you know what I mean. Everything I want to say, I say to her.

In truth, there are only two realities: the one for people who are in love or love each other, and the one for people who are standing outside all that.

Say what you want about it, Hell is story-friendly... The mechanisms of hell are nicely attuned to the mechanisms of narrative. Not so the pleasures of Paradise. Paradise is not a story. It's about what happens when the stories are over.

Gainfully unemployed, very proud of it, too.

Forget art. Put your trust in ice cream.

Everybody should customize their names.