If you never left anything or anyone there would be no room for the new. Naturally, to move on is an infidelity -- to others, to the past, to old notions of oneself. Perhaps every day should contain at least one essential infidelity or necessary betrayal. It would be an optimistic, hopeful act, guaranteeing belief in the future -- a declaration that things can be not only different but better.

At the deepest level people are madder than they want to believe. You will find that they fear being eaten, and are alarmed by their desire to devour others.

Dear God, teach me to be careless.

I've never had any desire to be good. I don't like goodness particularly.

If you want something badly enough, you make arrangements. If you don't want it badly enough, you make excuses.

But in love each moment is magnified, and every gesture, word and syllable is examined like a speech by the President.

I can't sleep with you tonight, baby, my head's all messed up, you've no idea. It's somewhere else and it's full of voices and songs and bad things.