The avant-garde in every field consists of the lonely, the friendless, the uninvited. All progress is the product of the unpopular.

There are the most fantastic, beautiful things and people out there. It’s up to you to find them.

Hey, even the Mona Lisa is falling apart.

I don't care what they do with my book so long as the flippin check clears.

Could you hold the chainsaw a bit closer to your mouth, please?

Kids, she says. When they’re little, they believe everything you tell them about the world. As a mother, you’re the world almanac and the encyclopedia and the dictionary and the Bible, all rolled up together. But after they hit some magic age, it’s just the opposite. After that, you’re either a liar or a fool or a villain.

Because after you've crossed some lines, you just keep crossing them. And there's no escaping from constant escape. Distracting ourselves. Avoiding confrontation. Getting past the moment. Jacking off. Television. Denial.