When things get unbearable, I wrap myself into a tight ball and shut my eyes. Every muscle in my body is tense. I open my eyes and I'm still where I was when I closed them to escape. Nothing's changed.

I start to feel like I can't maintain the facade any longer, that I may just start to show through. And I wish I knew what was wrong. Maybe something about how stupid my whole life is.

Pick a man, any man. Every guy I fall for becomes Jesus Christ within the first twenty four hours.

if only my whole life could be words and music, if only everything else could slip away.

Because trying to see all sides, such an instinct is particularly Jewish.

How can you hide from what never goes away? --Heraclitus

I'd really like to write a book about Timothy McVeigh, but it would only work if he cooperated.