It's not love or anything, but I think I like you, too.

and i can't stand the idea of being alone. i can't bear the thought of being free.

Why should I believe any of this?' It happens that fast. I say, because I think I like you. Marla says, 'Not love?' This is a cheesy enough moment, I say. Don't push it.

It’s weird to think the place where we’re standing will only be a point in the sky.

I'm really glad that I spent my twenties messing around and having disaster after disaster - with people who were doing likewise - because it's really my greatest treasure now.

To see how boring you really are, write a book about soap and cults, and the profits you make will be your only means of subsistence.

Writers should be able to fully deduct from their taxes all writing-related expenses, including alcohol, parking tickets, court judgments, fines for lewd public behavior, Zoloft, and cigarettes.