Once you've stopped loving someone breaking his or her heart's just an unpleasant chore you have to get behind you. My God, you really don't love me anymore, do you? No matter your decency the victim's incredulity's potentially hilarious. You manage not to laugh.

When you're a kid it's people's cruelty that makes you cry, then when you're an adult it's their kindness.

I'll tell you something,' she said. 'I'm not sure I ever really liked him.' Adam?' I said. 'I don't blame you.' 'Not Adam,' she said, struggling to swallow a greedily chomped chunk. 'God.

No artist knows everything... but since every artist knows more than he can tell, all art is lying by omission.

I suppose the word "unbearable" is a lie by definition. Unless you kill yourself immediately after using it.

The first thing to say about Eve is that she was a big improvement on the Adam design, or that Adam was an extremely misguided variation on the Eve design. (Consider testicles. Two concentrated nuclei of absolute vulnerability. Where? Dangling between the legs. I rest my case.)

I'm in love, truly, madly, deeply in love with perception.