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.

As we go on with our lives we tend to forget that the jails and the hospitals and the madhouses and the graveyards are packed.

Do you hate people? I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.

but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.

You don't go on "probably" when love and guns are in hand.

She was desperate and she was choosey at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn't have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be.

You have to die a few times before you can really live.