Every arrangement in life carried with it the sadness, the sentimental shadow, of its not being something else, but only itself.

All the world's a stage we're going through.

Surrealism could not be made up. It was the very electricity of the real.

But I believed in starting over. There was finally, I knew, only rupture and hurt and falling short between all persons, but, Shirley, the best revenge was to turn your life into a small gathering of miracles. If I could not be anchored and profound, I would try, at least, to be kind.

Things between us were dissolving like an ice cub in a glass: the smaller it got, the faster it disappeared.

I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable about this," he says. Say: "Hey. I am a very cool person. I am tough." Show him your bicep.

shopping for clothes is like masturbation - everyone does it, but it isn't very interesting and therefore should be done alone, in an embarrassed fashion, and never be the topic of party conversation.