The trouble with bucket seats is that not everybody has the same size bucket.

Love is like a roller coaster. When it's good, you don't want to stop and when it's not... you want to throw up.

All I'm looking for is a guy who'll do what I want, when I want, for as long as I want, and then go away. Or wait nearby, like a Dust Buster, charged up and ready when needed.

The key to a nice-looking lawn is a good mower. I recommend one who is muscular and shirtless.

Nobody supports me at the expense of his own adventure. Then I get bitter: I am not loved enough to be supported. That I am not a burden has to compensate for the sad envy when I look at women loved enough to be supported. Even now China wraps double binds around my feet.

It must be that people who read go on more macrocosmic and microcosmic trips – biblical god trips, the Tibetan Book of the Dead, Ulysses, Finnegan’s Wake trips. Non-readers, what do they get? (They get the munchies.)

To look at possibility is to be free.