Love is something that hangs up behind the bathroom door and smells of Lysol.

Read anything I write for the pleasure of reading it. Whatever else you find will be the measure of what you brought to the reading.

I've tried to reduce profanity but I reduced so much profanity when writing the book that I'm afraid not much could come out. Perhaps we will have to consider it simply as a profane book and hope that the next book will be less profane or perhaps more sacred.

This was the price you paid for sleeping together. This was the end of the trap. This was what people got for loving each other.

Not the why but the what.

When you have a child, the world has a hostage.

And we could have all this,' she said. 'And we could have everything and every day we make it more impossible.' 'What did you say?' 'I said we could have everything.' 'We can have everything.' 'No, we can't.' 'We can have the whole world.' 'No, we can't.' 'We can go everywhere.' 'No, we can't. It isn't ours anymore.' 'It's ours.' 'No, it isn't. And once they take it away, you never get it back.