I've got the guts to die. What I want to know is, have you got the guts to live?

Kill off all my demons and my angels might die too.

We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.

If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels.

Sorrow makes for sincerity, I think.

I can't stand a naked light bulb, any more than I can a rude remark or a vulgar action.

It is a terrible thing for an old woman to outlive her dogs.