No bill of sexual rights can hold its own against the lawless, untamable landscape of the erotic imagination.

Naturally, our own irrational demands strike us as having the force of needs, while other people's needs strike us as capricious indulgences.

I always look to people and think whether they seem well-loved or not well-loved. That's one way I walk through life. Do they have some core that withstands the ravages? Everyone gets pulled down in life and has good moments. But it always interests me how people withstand things.

It was through reading that I discovered the crucial, even sacrosanct place the rituals of drinking held in the American imagination - the ingenious way alcohol seemed to lubricate everything from onerous chitchat to self-conscious sexual advances.

My mother is the source of my unease in the world and thus the only person who can make me feel at home in the world.

I see depression as an exponentially developed version of a human condition. Meaning I always think in the end it's humanizing. People who never suffer from depression I find suspect. I assume Donald Trump is not a sufferer from depression.

Much as I try to disguise myself, there is never a time when I'm not aware of being overweight.