A male chauvinist pig isn't born, he's made, and more and more of them are being made by women.

There's an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It's when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.

Las Vegas looks the way you'd imagine heaven must look at night.

Just keep asking yourself: What would Jesus not do?

And the more she could imagine this island, the less she liked the real world. The more she could imagine the people, the less she liked any real people.

Your being born makes your parents God. You owe them your life, and they can control you. Then puberty makes you Satan, just because you want something better.

"This isn’t really death," Tyler says, "We’ll be legend. We won’t grow old." I tongue the barrel into my cheek and say, Tyler, you’re thinking of vampires.