Of course, there would always be arguments. That is the nature of Woman. They like the mutual exchange of dirty laundry, a bit of screaming, a bit of dramatics. Then an exchange of vows.

we know God is dead, they've told us, but listening to you I wasn't sure.

I am a series of small victories and large defeats.

hate contains truth. beauty is a facade.

it is good to be sitting some place in public at 2:30 in the afternoon without getting the flesh ripped from your bones.

I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.

That moment - to this ... may be years in the way they measure, but it's only one sentence back in my mind - there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails. I pass the hotel at 8 and at 5; there are cats in the alleys and bottles and bums, and I look up at the window and think, I no longer know where you are, and I walk on and wonder where the living goes when it stops.