So this is why I write. Because most times, your life isn’t funny the first time through. Most times, you can hardly stand it. That’s why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. And writing makes you look back. Because since you can’t control life, at least you can control your version.

Give me lust, baby. Flash. Give me malice. Flash. Give me detached existentialist ennui. Flash. Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism. Flash.

Oh love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. I'll be anybody you want me to be.

No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have you own way.

We're all of us haunted and haunting.

Maybe it's just a daughter's job to piss off her mother.

You have endless ways you can commit suicide without dying dying.