Love was more than blind. It was deaf and dumb, too. It was catatonic. It was vegetative.

I don't do rewrites. I put all the pages in a pile next to the typewriter.

Ella was vapid and worthless at least nine-tenths of the time, but when she got really mad, her face became sharp and purposeful. Almost vicious. Like if Barbie were suddenly possessed by Atilla the Hun.

Since I was a small child, I was always writing either poems or plays... plays in which I had the starring part.

You see, Suzanne, history lectures bore me, art films bore me, your friends bore me, and, if you want to know the truth, I guess you bore me too.

The human heart was undeniably the stupidest organ in the body.

Nature compensates for its mistakes.