The truth is seldom welcome, especially at dinner.

I was once a graduate student in Victorian literature, and I believe as the Victorian novelists did, that a novel isn't simply a vehicle for private expression, but that it also exists for social examination. I firmly believe this.

If the national mental illness of the United States is megalomania, that of Canada is paranoid schizophrenia.

They spent the first three years of school getting you to pretend stuff and then the rest of it marking you down if you did the same thing.

How easy it is to invent a humanity, for anyone at all.

If I love you, is that a fact or a weapon?

I'm working on my own life story. I don't mean I'm putting it together; no, I'm taking it apart.