I always carry lots of stuff with me wherever I roam, always weighted down with books, with cassettes, with pens and paper, just in case I get the urge to sit down somewhere, and oh, I don't know, read something or write my masterpiece.

I am crying over the elusive nature of love.

Divorce has taught us how to sleep with friends, sleep with enemies, and then act like it's all perfectly normal in the morning.

If you are chronically down, it is a lifelong fight to keep from sinking

That's the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it's impossible to ever see the end. The fog is like a cage without a key.

Everything's plastic, we're all gonna die.

It was just very interesting to me that certain types of women inspire people's imagination, and all of them were very difficult women.