Great sex is apocalyptic. There is no such thing as great sex unless you have an apocalyptic moment.

We're all divided souls, we've got two natures in us, You measure schizophrenia not by the fact that you're divided but how well the divisions speak to one another.

The paradox is that no love can prove so intense as the love of two narcissists for each other.

Part of the oncoming demise (of New York during its terrible fiscal crisis) is that none of us can simply believe it. We were always the best and the strongest of cities, and our people were vital to the teeth. Knock them down eight times and they would get up with that look in the eye which suggests the fight has barely begun.

The function of socialism is to raise suffering to a higher level.

There is no greater impotence in all the world like knowing you are right and that the wave of the world is wrong, yet the wave crashes upon you.

Amateurs... venture into scenes that a writer with more experience (and more professional concern) would bypass or eschew altogether.