Everyone asks about how I'll feel about the tattoos and scars in thirty years. I always say: "I'll like them." I've always loved damaged monuments, in architecture and in humans.

Time heals all wounds. And if it doesn't, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay.

But I saw the pain and sadness in everything, and swirled it round my mouth like a fine wine.

I'm in love with someone good and kind and gentle, and he's seen the darkness too, but somehow we've become each other's light.

He was only twenty-five.He was young enough to miss his youth just as it was slipping away. The worst kind of loss-the one that is happening as you feel it.

It's all in her walk, a cartoon swagger. Part Jayne Mansfield, part Muhammad Ali. Men never know if it's an invitation upstairs or an invitation outside.

If killing yourself is not an option anymore, you have to sink into the darkness instead, and make something out of it.

We intersect. He says he thanks every star that we existed on the same celestial plain. But here we are on earth, dirty, well used, a man-made throughway for intersecting dreams.

I'm not crazy or dangerous, just a bit eccentric and lonely.

When he kisses me, I cry. I explain it's not because I wish he were someone else, it's because it's such a shock to the system to be desired after feeling so completely abandoned.

No one ever loved you like him. And no one ever took it away so completely. But it's here. Look around.

There is something nice about a library, isn't there?" Mr. Curtis said. He nodded and took in the familiar scenery. "The scent of ink and worn, dusty pages.

The Tone is the Message.

Science can only ascertain what is, but not what should be, and outside of its domain value judgements of all kinds remain necessary.

I believe in science but I also believe in fate.

To a professional critic (I have been one myself) theatre-going is the curse of Adam. The play is the evil he is paid to endure in the sweat of his brow; and the sooner it is over, the better.

She was plump, with dyed red hair and a face so caked with cosmetics that the floor of the Amazon jungle probably saw more natural light.

I watch fights and I often feel morally compromised by it. I feel like I'm morally culpable for what's occurring because I'm the spectator and ultimately footing the bill for the spectacle.

Expect the dawn of a new beginning in the dark nights of life.

I remember when a Coke came in a six-ounce bottle, and delicious it was. Now it comes in sizes so big that I question how the human bladder can deal with the intake.

It doesn't take much convincing to make someone believe they're better than everyone else.