He said, 'Always. Always.

There is really nothing more to say - except why. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how.

You can't own a human being. You can't lose what you don't own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don't, do you? And neither does he. You're turning over your whole life to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him? He can't value you more than you value yourself.

A man ain't nothing but a man. But a son? Well, now, that's somebody.

Narrative is radical, creating us at the very moment it is being created.

When you stiffen, you know that whatever you stiffen about is very important. The stuff is important, the fear itself is information.

I sang "O Holy Night" in a school choir. My mother came and listened to me and complimented me. So that was the high point. I cannot sing a note.