Disaster is a natural part of my evolution toward tragedy and dissolution.

As we grow older I always think, why didn't I do more when I was young, why didn't I risk more?

Maybe it's our sins that give God consolation when he finally has to give us cancer.

The problem with every story is you tell it after the fact.

No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.

Don’t ask me when be­cause I don’t re­mem­ber, but some­where along the way I keep for­get­ting to com­mit sui­cide.

This is less teaching than damage control. You may as well paint a house that’s on fire.