Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

I felt I had to win. It seemed very important. I didn't know why it was important and I kept thinking, why do I think this is so important? And another part of me answered, just because it is.

Long ago, among other lies they were taught that silence was bravery.

I walk into the kitchen, look at the typer down there on the floor. It's a dirty floor. It's a dirty typer that types dirty stories

What a woman wants is a reaction. What a man wants is a woman.

It's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse... no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies... not the death of his love but the shoelace that snaps with no time left.

If you can't write the next line, well, you're dead. The past doesn't matter.