I've always been partial to the image of liquor as lubrication, a layer of protection from all the sharp thoughts in your head.

I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ. Slit me at my belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark, drop on the floor so you could stomp on it.

There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.

They always call depression the blues, but I would have been happy to waken to a periwinkle outlook. Depression to me is urine yellow, washed out, exhausted miles of weak piss.

Republicans go to Sam’s Club, Democrats go to Costco.

My brain goes very easily into the darkness. It always has. There are people who like to see what's under the rock and people who don't, and for some reason I've always been one of those to say, 'Hey, let's flip over that rock.'

I've always been partial to the image of liquor as lubrication, a layer of protection from all the sharp thoughts in your head.