The only thing worse than having a party that no one attends is having a party attended only by two vastly, deeply uninteresting people.

In retrospect Hank I don't know why I spent four years writing this book when I could have just made a hit sing-a-ma-jig album.

I believe in that line from An Imperial Affliction. 'The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.' That's God, I think, the rising sun, and the light is too bright and her eyes are losing but they aren't lost.

Do you know what your problem is? You can't live with the idea that someone might leave.

Youth is counted sweetest by those who are no longer young.

She said 'I love you' as if it were a secret, and an immense one.

What is the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable?