You know you've completely descended into madness when the matter of shampoo has ascended to philosophical heights.

The brief relief of seeing other people when I leave my room turns into a desperate need to be alone, and then being alone turns into a terrible fear that I will have no friends, I will be alone in this world and in my life. I will eventually be so crazy from this black wave, which seems to be taking over my head with increasing frequency, that one day I will just kill myself, not for any great, thoughtful existential reasons, but because I need immediate relief.

I know I can do so much more than this, I know that I could be a life force, could love with a heart full of soul, could feel with the power that flies men to the moon. I know that if I could just get out from under this depression, there is so much I could do besides cry in front of the TV on a Saturday night.

Belief is a good thing in principle, but an annoying thing in human beings.

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

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

I don't think it matters how many parents you've got, as long as those who are around make their presence a good one.