In periods of rapid personal change, we pass through life as though we are spellcast. We speak in sentences that end before finishing. We sleep heavily because we need to ask so many questions as we dream alone. We bump into others and feel bashful at recognizing souls so similar to ourselves.

I know it's not cat food, but what exactly is it that they put inside of tinned ravioli?

Life always kills you in the end, but first it prevents you from getting what you want.

All families are psychotic. Everybody has basically the same family - it's just reconfigured slightly different from one to the next.

I saw doves and I thought they were rocks, but they were asleep. My breath made them stir, and they rocks took flight, the earth exploding... and my only thought was that I wanted you to see them, too.

TV and the Internet are good because they keep stupid people from spending too much time out in public.

I curled myself into a ball and cried quietly, doing that thing that only young people can do, namely, feeling sorry for myself. Once you're past thirty you lose that ability; instead of feeling sorry for yourself you turn bitter.