Her sanity was a fragile thing, a butterfly cupped in her hands, that she carried with her everywhere, afraid of what would happen if she let it go-or got careless and crushed it.

I felt like it needed some color down there, so I painted the walls with the motherfucker.

You can't let facts get in the way of the truth.

Pick a sin we can both live with, is what I ask.

The blood of a redheaded woman is three degrees cooler than the blood of a normal woman. This has been established by medical studies.

The best way to get even with anyone is to put them in the rearview mirror on your way to something better.

... people made the imaginary real all the time: taking the music they heard in their head and recording it, seeing a house in their imagination and building it. Fantasy was always only a reality waiting to be switched on.