There's something final about saying you were married once. It's like saying you were dead once. It shuts them up.

Now I can see how that can happen. You can fall in love with anybody--a fool, a criminal, a nothing. There are no good rules.

Despite their cool poses they wear their cravings on the outside, like the suckers on a squid. They want it all.

Support your libraries... or else!

By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, I believe you're there, I believe you into being.

I exist in two places, here and where you are.

She knows the rituals, she knows how we're supposed to be behaving...But I think these things are impenetrable and fraudulent, and I can't do them without feeling I'm acting.