We yearned for the future. How did we learn it, that talent for insatiability?

I tried for the longest time to find out what deconstructionism was. Nobody was able to explain it to me clearly. The best answer I got was from a writer, who said, 'Honey, it's bad news for you and me.

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.

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.

Better not to invent her in her absence. Better to wait until she's actually here. Then he can make her up as she goes along.

Don't misunderstand me. I am not scoffing at goodness, which is far more difficult to explain than evil, and far more complicated. But sometimes it's hard to put up with.

You think I'm not a goddess? Try me. This is a torch song. Touch me and you'll burn.