You know, that might be the answer - to act boastfully about something we ought to be ashamed of. That's a trick that never seems to fail.

I've come to look upon death the same way I look upon root-canal work. Everyone else seems to get through it all right, so it couldn't be too difficult for me.

I don't think the 'what' distinguishes a good novel from a bad one but rather the 'how.'

Rise above principal and do what's right.

If character is destiny, the good are damned.

Erogenous zones are either everywhere or nowhere.

The problem with the loneliness I suffer is that the company of others has never been a cure for it.