When I'm writing something, if there's a part that's good for me, then I'll play it. Otherwise, I don't. And I notice that there are less and less parts for me in my own writing.

I see the glass half full...but of poison.

I can't enjoy anything unless everybody is. If one guy is starving someplace, that puts a crimp in my evening.

I was in analysis for years because of a traumatic childhood; I was breast-fed through falsies.

Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering - and it's all over much too soon.

Skeptic that I was as an adolescent, I had recently come to believe in a Supreme Being after thumbing through a Victoria's Secret catalogue.

Figures tell us there are already more people on earth than we need to move even the heaviest piano.