The more things you own, the more they own you.

A comedy ends with a wedding, and a tragedy ends with a funeral: you always have to juxtapose sex and death.

Sometimes the past seems too big for the present to hold.

There's a moment in every book when the book turns and it surprises me.

For the first time in longer than I can remember, I feel peaceful. Not happy. Not sad. Not anxious. Not horny. Just all the higher parts of my brain closing up shop. The cerebral cortex. The cerebellum. That's where my problem is. I'm now simplifying myself. Somewhere balanced in the perfect middle between happiness and sadness. Because sponges never have a bad day.

Isn't a kid alive who doesn't dream about rewarding her folks, or punishing them.

I have a lot of money.