I think that we're all mentally ill. Those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better - and maybe not all that much better after all.

The King is in his Tower, eating bread and honey. The Breakers in the basement, making all the money.

Reading a good long novel is in many ways like having a long and satisfying affair

No good friends, no bad friends; only people you want, need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart.

They walked back into the world together, wearing the gift that had been given them: just life. Pity was not love, Barbie reflected...but if you were a child, giving clothes to someone who was naked had to be a step in the right direction.

We've switched from a culture that was interested in manufacturing, economics, politics - trying to play a serious part in the world - to a culture that's really entertainment-based.

I wanted to say goodbye to someone, and have someone say goodbye to me. The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the goodbyes that tell us we´re still alive.