If my soul exists without my body I am convinced all my clothes will be loose-fitting

My Lord, my Lord! What hath Thou done lately?

Magic has always been of a great interest of mine. I was an amateur magician when I was young. I used to practice and read up on it a lot. I'm well-aware of the history of magic.

You always think another time would have been ideal for you . . . the reality is there was no novocaine when you went to the dentist.

I read in self-defense.

Pale, nervous girls with black-rimmed glasses and blunt-cut hair lolled around on sofas, riffling Penguin Classics provocatively. [...] But it wasn’t just intellectual experiences—they were peddling emotional ones, too. For fifty bucks, I learned, you could “relate without getting close.” For a hundred, a girl would lend you her Bartok records, have dinner, and then let you watch while she had an anxiety attack.

The prison psychiatrist asked me if I thought sex was dirty. I told him only when it's done right.