Hey, even the Mona Lisa is falling apart.

If the living are haunted by the dead, then the dead are haunted by their own mistakes.

You realize you have no control over how you're perceived.

I'm not really into comfort books. There are too many of those as it is. Just sort of narcotic books, like my grandmother used to read. They have value like Paxil has value, but there's plenty of them in the world already. There's a shortage of confronting, stimulating, exciting books.

You must realize that one day you will die. Until then you are worthless.

The religious school she went to, growing up, Ms. Wright said how all the girls had to wear a scarf tied to cover their ears at all times. Based on the biblical idea that the Virgin Mary became pregnant when the Holy Spirit whispered in her ear. The idea that ears were vaginas. That, hearing just one wrong idea, you lost your innocence. One detail too many and you’d be ruined. Overdosed on information.

You ever wonder when God's coming back with a lot of barbecue sauce?