Give me a man with a little fight in him, a man who calls me on my bullshit. (But who also kind of likes my bullshit.)

You drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, that was fine. And your life is a long line of fine.

I assumed everything bad in the world could happen, because everything bad in the world already did happen.

We're into this barrage of pop culture - you know, TV, movies, the Internet. We become creatures that we've made up, made of certain different flotsam from pop culture and certain different personas that are in style.

I was pretending, the way I often did, pretending to have a personality. I can't help it, it's what I've always done: The way some women change fashion regularly, I change personalities. What persona feels good, what's coveted, what's au courant? I think most people do this, they just don't admit it, or else they settle on one persona because they are too lazy or stupid to pull a switch.

A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.

Give me a man with a little fight in him, a man who calls me on my bullshit. (But who also kind of likes my bullshit.)