She’s easy to like. I’ve never understood why that’s considered a compliment - that just anyone could like you.

To pretend to be calm is to be calm, in a way.

What an indulgence it would be, to just blow off my head, all my mean spirits disappearing with a gun blast, like blowing a seedy dandelion apart.

There are no really new stories anymore.

I've suffered betrayal with all five senses. For over a year.

Don't be discouraged - every relationship you have is a failure, until you find the right one.

I feel myself trying to be charming, and then I realize I’m obviously trying to be charming, and then I try to be even more charming to make up for the fake charm, and then I’ve basically turned into Liza Minnelli: I’m dancing in tights and sequins, begging you to love me. There’s a bowler and jazz hands and lots of teeth.