She ran out of her marriage the way a woman can run out of a pair of sandals when she decides to let go and really dash.

Remember, Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.

The more fiction you read and write, the more you'll find your paragraphs forming on their own.

What Jack didn't understand was that no matter where he went, the same asshole got off the plane.

Whenever anything important happens in America, they have to gold-plate it, like baby shoes. That way you can forget it.

Your Plan and the stuff that comes out of my asshole bear a suspicious resemblance to each other.

Life isn't a support system for art. It's the other way around.