Well, I'm like a drug addict, I'm always saying I'm going to stop, and then I don't, what I've said consistently is that I hope I know when to stop: when it starts to get repetitive.

Put an egg in your shoe and beat it, make like a tree and leave, imitate an amoeba and split.

At the time we’re stuck in it, like hostages locked in a Turkish bath, high school seems the most serious business in the world to just about all of us. It’s not until the second or third class reunion that we start realizing how absurd the whole thing was.

Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.

Pray for rain all you like, but dig a well as you do it.

There was a beautiful feeling of calm in my groin, a sense of peace so remarkable it was almost ecstasy——anyone who' suffered bad pain and then recovered will know what I'm talking about.

In the stutter-flashes of light, the clouds look like huge transparent brains filled with bad thoughts.