It's not healthy to live life as a succession of isolated little cool moments.

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.

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

I used to care about how other people thought I led my life. But lately I've realized that most people are too preoccupied with their own lives to give anybody else even the scantiest of thoughts.

A few years ago it dawned on me that everybody past a certain age - regardless of how they look on the outside - pretty much constantly dreams of being able to escape from their lives.

what I remember is the silence in spite of the noise. In my head it might just as well have been a snowy day in the country.

There are three things we cry for in life: things that are lost, things that are found, and things that are magnificent.