Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.

You can only maintain an immensely gothic attitude for so long before either killing yourself or beginning to feel like a poser.

I'm your nightmare. Did you think you were done with nightmares, now you've become one?

Mostly I enjoy the restaurants (my husband is a chef), though I wish we had a wider diversity of ethnic food.

It was like discovering that your innermost fires and terrors, the things you believed no one else could fathom, were in fact the basis of a recognized philosophy. Some part of you felt intimately invaded, threatened; some other part fell to its knees and sobbed in gratitude that it was no longer alone.

Celebrities, even insignificant ones like me, are created to be abused by the Great Unwashed.

My mother is an office manager, my father a professor of economics and financial planner.