The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.

You can't. You just have to.

Everything in Los Angeles is too large, too loud and usually banal in concept… The plastic asshole of the world.

No one individual can tell the truth.

All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the base of our splendid failure to do the impossible.

A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction.

Only the peak feels so sound and stable that the beginning of the falling is hidden for a little while.