I mean how do you know what you're going to do till you do it? The answer is, you don't. I think I am, but how do I know? I swear it's a stupid question.

I mean it's very hard to meditate and live a spiritual life in America. People think you're a freak if you try to.

Her joke of a name aside, her general unprettiness aside, she was, in terms of permanently memorable, immoderately perceptive, small-area faces, a stunning and final girl.

I love to write and I assure you I write regularly... But I write for myself, for my own pleasure. And I want to be left alone to do it.

Nobody who's really using his ego, his real ego, has any time for any goddam hobbies

I privately say to you, old friend... please accept from me this unpretentious bouquet of early-blooming parentheses: (((()))).

I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.