I fink I gots deaf on me willie.

We know there's going to be nothing but pain, but we go back again and again.

I love you above all things, even pie.

You were supposed to empathize with your friend's problem, but they were, after all, your friend's problems.

...she is too beautiful, I think, to not be inherently evil.

Last time I really got to know myself it turned out there was a whole gang of bitches in there to deal with. I felt like the receptionist at a rehab center. They all had nice tits though, I gotta say.

There's a fine edge to new grief, it severs nerves, disconnects reality--there's mercy in a sharp blade. Only with time, as the edge wears, does the real ache begin.