I think this is the kind of thing where we're rapidly moving toward an age where most of the populace will be almost unable to imagine life without an Internet component interlocked with it.

As of right now, I am in love with her, and that love is the biggest problem in my life.

We all eventually become whatever we pretend to hate.

What's kind of happening is the conflict over football might be a class conflict where there is a percentage of people who have no relationship to physicality and a percentage of the populace who still does.

The message of "The Winner Takes It All" is straightforward: It argues that the concept of relationships ending on mutual terms is an emotional fallacy. One person is inevitably okay and the other is inevitably devastated.

I'm good at being by myself. I guess if you're a writer you get used to that.

We are always dying, all the time. That's what living is; living is dying, little by little. It is a sequenced collection of individualized deaths.