I'm not the cruel type, but they are, and that's the secret.

I can't blame her. but wonder why she's here with me? where are the other guys? how can you be lucky? having someone the others have abandoned?

For each Joan of Arc there is a Hitler perched at the other end of the teeter-totter.

Those who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that

writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers.

How are his poems?" "He's not as good as he thinks he is, but then most of us feel that way.

I didn't like parties.I didn't know how to dance and people frightened me, especially people at parties. They attempted to be sexy and gay and witty and although they hoped they were good at it, they weren 't. They were bad at it. Their trying so hard only made it worse.