The trick is not how much pain you feel--but how much joy you feel. Any idiot can feel pain. Life is full of excuses to feel pain, excuses not to live, excuses, excuses, excuses.

Every time we hit an air pocket and the plane dropped about five hundred feet (leaving my stomach in my mouth) I vowed to give up sex, bacon, and air travel if I ever made it back to terra firma in one piece.

I have not ceased being fearful, but I have ceased to let fear control me.

My reaction to porno films is as follows: After the first ten minutes, I want to go home and screw. After the first twenty minutes, I never want to screw again as long as I live.

Friends love misery... our misery is what endears us to our friends.

I believe I belong to the last literary generation, the last generation, that is, for whom books are a religion.

Ambivalence is a wonderful tune to dance to. It has a rhythm all its own.