I've never contended that I had a really horrible life.

Having a great dad probably permitted me to pal around with guys in a way that some women don't.

We are in the grip of some big machine grinding us along. The force of it simplifies everything. A weird calm settled over me from inside out. What is about to happen has stood in line to happen. All the roads out of that instant have been closed, one by one.

How much smaller the large places are once we're grown up, when we have car keys and credit cards.

Reading is socially accepted disassociation. You flip a switch and you’re not there anymore. It’s better than heroin. More effective and cheaper and legal.

I do have a really good memory. I mean, like, I can remember all the phone numbers of everybody on the street I grew up on.

Be willing to be a child and be the Lilliputian in the world of Gulliver.