How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?

I'm a toxic waste byproduct of God's creation.

The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up.

Years of living in the hope that what you'll get will be better than what you have. Years of looking and feeling worse in the hope that you might look better.

Just each of us being me, me, me first. The murderer, the victim, the witness each of us thinks our role is the lead. Probably that goes for anybody in the world.

People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.

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.