Sticks and stones may break your bones but words can hurt like hell.

I know that when a supersexy older girl with hips and breasts and nice hair wants to take off your glasses and to paint you a smoky eye she's merely trying to enroll you in a beauty contest she's already won. It's a kind of slummy, condescending gesture, like when rich people ask poor people where they summer. To me, this smacks of a blatant, insensitive "let them eat cake" type of chauvinism.

At some point, your memories, your stories, your adventures, will be the only things you'll have left.

A comedy ends with a wedding, and a tragedy ends with a funeral: you always have to juxtapose sex and death.

I see the strongest and the smartest men who have ever lived... and these men are pumping gas and waiting tables.

What makes earth feel like hell is our expectation that it should feel like heaven.

I suppose it’s comfort, perhaps a sense of self-control, doing worse things to yourself than the world will ever dare inflict.