Delusion detests focus and romance provides the veil.

My mother is a firm believer in the long pause, useful in interrogations, proclamations of truth, and the occasional cutting dead of someone without their knowing it.

I mentally bless and exonerate anyone who has kicked a chair out from beneath her or swallowed opium in large chunks. My mind has met their environment, here in the void. I understand perfectly.

In so many senseless deaths, beauty is to blame.

Why is edamame always ready to expire? It´s so urgent for a vegetable. Edamame. It sounds like an assisted form of suicide. Is there an advertising concept in this?

I used to loathe ambivalence now I adore it. Ambivalence is my new best friend.

The snag about marriage is, it isn´t worth the divorce.

They feel life is for the taking, and that everyone deserves happiness no matter what the cost. I must remember these tricks if I ever decide to have my soul surgically removed.

Surprises, I feel now, are primarily a form of violence.

I love you as the mother of my child": the kiss of death.Mother of His Child: demotion. I am beginning to see this truism: Mothers are not always wives. I have been stripped of a piece of self.

He announces that lately he keeps losing things. "Like your wife and child, " I want to say, but don´t. At fourty, I´ve learned not to say everything clever, not to score every point.

A little truth seasons a lie like salt.

Geez, what do I need to do, use semaphore? I told you I was unclaimed.

I've proved to be as difficult to convert as I am to hypnotize.

Anger, hatred and jealousy never solve problems, only affection, concern and respect can do that.

I always try to sleep for at least eight hours a night and, of course, water, water, water!

The spine should be empty so that energy moves up and down. I always felt this way as a child.

We're giving jobs to people who would otherwise be out of work if we weren't exploiting cheap labor.

I look at the textures, surfaces, colors, and the individual objects in the painting. And then I wonder: what are the relationships among them? Those relationships are everything.

Every one of us, no matter how damaged or abnormal or shut down, we're all looking for love. Every person needs love in this world, but our views on what love is vary enormously.

By faithfulness we are collected and wound up into unity within ourselves, whereas we had been scattered abroad in multiplicity.