The most intimate feeling people can share is neither love nor hate, but pain.

That's what falling in love really amounted to, your brain on drugs. Adrenaline and dopamine, oxytocin and serotonin. Chemical insanity, celebrated by poets.

I know there’s evil in the world, and there always has been. But you don’t need to believe in Satan or demons to explain it. Human beings are perfectly capable of evil all by themselves.

Where we go depends on what we know, and what we know depends on where we go.

The one man you most want to sleep with may be the worst choice of all.

The most intimate feeling people can share is neither love nor hate, but pain.

When you're a fifty-year-old woman, no one really bothers to look at you anymore, much less value your opinion. It's hard on the old ego. But damn, it does make it easy to get away with a lot.