When I see a paragraph shrinking under my eyes like a strip of bacon in a skillet, I know I'm on the right track.

Gluttony is an emotional escape, a sign something is eating us.

We must love one another, yes, yes, that's all true enough, but nothing says we have to like each other. It may be the very recognition of all men as our brothers that accounts for the sibling rivalry, and even enmity, we have toward so many of them.

I think people love each other a little more than they hate each other ... Love has a slim hold on the human corporation, like fifty-one per cent, but it's enough.

We pay for security with boredom, for adventure with bother.

There are times when parenthood seems nothing more than feeding the hand that bites you.

We are nothing but a string of gut on a stick of bone riding this piece of astral soot for one piteous splinter of eternity.