Most of us don't live our lives with one, integrated self that meets the world, we're a whole bunch of selves.

After all the evidence is in--after you've run all the facts by everything you know--and you're still lost, you have to do some things on faith.

Nothing evokes the prurient like puritanism.

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

Love: the sickest of Irony’s sick jokes. The place where logic and order go to die.

Sweetheart, wake up; you've destroyed the house and I need you to suffer for it.

Whistler,' Manet called. 'How's your mother?