No matter how many luxuries you get, something will be missing. No matter how carefully you choose, you'll never be totally happy.

It's nice to see something more pathetic than I feel right now.

This wasn't any mere song and dance; here was a bold, blaring declaration howling itself into the empty face of death.

Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.

The whole world is a disaster waiting to happen.

you're doomed at being you.

Kids, she says. When they’re little, they believe everything you tell them about the world. As a mother, you’re the world almanac and the encyclopedia and the dictionary and the Bible, all rolled up together. But after they hit some magic age, it’s just the opposite. After that, you’re either a liar or a fool or a villain.