She hugged me and I could feel the heat rise in my face, either from shame or love, like there was a difference.

I can be most colorful and inventive when I am angry.

Everyone is happier if they have someone else to look down on, as well as someone to look up to, especially if they resent both.

The problem with being nuts, she thought, is that you don't always feel as if you're nuts. Sometimes, in fact, you feel perfectly sane, and there just happens to be a trailer-shaped dragon crouching in the lot next door.

The netherworld is timeless and unchanging, and boring -- much like a doctor's waiting room.

She doesn't understand that a writer is a special creature--that I'm different from everyone else. I'm not saying I'm superior to other people, just more sensitive, I guess.

Just because he was pretty didn't mean he couldn't be improved by a smack upside the head with a piece of earnest hickory