But you're beautiful, and the beautiful should be given whatever they want." "Hey, what about the ugly ones?" "The ugly ones." She poked her tongue out. "It's their fault if their ugly. They're to be blamed, not pitied.

The vocation of each writer is to describe the world as he or she sees it; anything more than that is advertising.

Falling in love was simple; one had only to yield. Digesting another person, however, and sustaining love, was bloody work, and not a soft job.

I'm interested in philosophical psychology, people like Nietzsche, Freud, Alcan, Foucault, Derrida.

Dear God, teach me to be careless.

I guess writing is a kind of therapy in the sense that there are things you need to say and you say them, and better out than in.

How disturbing it is that our illusions are often our most important beliefs.