If the cards are stacked against you, reshuffle the deck.

I want story, wit, music, wryness, color, and a sense of reality in what I read, and I try to get it in what I write.

You have to start knowing yourself so well that you begin to know other people. A piece of us is in every person we can ever meet.

The dividing line [between friends and acquaintances] is communication, I think. A friend is someone to whom you can say any jackass thing that enters your mind. With acquaintances, you are forever aware of their slightly unreal image of you, and to keep them content, you edit yourself to fit. Many marriages are between acquaintances. You can be with a person for three hours of your life and have a friend. Another will remain an acquaintance for thirty years.

I am wary of the whole dreary deadening structured mess that we have built into such a glittering top-heavy structure that there is nothing left to see but the glitter, and the brute routines of maintaining it.

Being an adult means accepting those situations where no action is possible.

The only thing that prisons demonstrably cure is heterosexuality.