If only a group of people were more important to me than the idea of a Novel, I might begin a novel.

What have I eaten? Lies and smiles.

When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know. "Oh, sure you know," the photographer said. "She wants," said Jay Cee wittily, "to be everything.

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.

Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it

Do we always grind through the present, doomed to throw a gold haze of fond retrospect over the past?

I'm sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I'm still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.