You thought you were found but you realize that you were lost, and someday you may discover that you're lost now.

Some strangers become more important to you than family, maybe because you're not expected to love them. You can leave them whenever you want to. They can, too. Every moment together is a choice.

The lines we draw that make us who we are are potent by virtue of being non-negotiable, and even, at some level, indefensible.

Art, art of any kind, shows that folks are trying.

I disagree that Blood Will Out is a memoir in the conventional sense. It's the story of a relationship, primarily, not an individual. The "me" in the book is a specialized version of me, the person who Clark manipulated and fooled. I could cover the same years of my life from an entirely different perspective in another book, by concentrating on my experience as a husband, say. But I was selective. I focused on my duping.

He knows, as all the cleverest ones do, that no human being is so interesting that he can't make himself more interesting still by acting retarded at random intervals.

Everyone loves a witch hunt as long as it's someone else's witch being hunted.