I thought I was promiscuous, but it turns out I was just thorough.

The one measure of true love is: you can insult the other. --Slavoj Zizek

In England, we have such good manners that if someone says something impolite, the police will get involved.

My life is just a series of embarrassing incidents strung together by telling people about those embarrassing incidents.

What was so painful about Amy’s death is that I know that there is something I could have done. I could have passed on to her the solution that was freely given to me. Don’t pick up a drink or drug, one day at a time. It sounds so simple; it actually is simple but it isn’t easy; it requires incredible support and fastidious structuring.

For me happiness occurs arbitrarily: a moment of eye contact on a bus, where all at once you fall in love; or a frozen second in a park where it's enough that there are trees in the world.

Animals, children, and the working class comprise the company in which I'll feel most at ease.