How many psychiatrists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?” “I don’t know. How many?” “Eight.” “Why?” “Oh, stop overanalyzing it.

One that society can't forgive, but I can.

But as the years passed, he missed her more, not less, and his need for her became a cut that would not scar over, would not stop leaking.

Teddy wondered, and not for the first time, not by a long shot, if this was the day that missing her would finally be too much for him.

Men who believe that the way to the mind is not by way of ice picks through the brain or large dosages of dangerous medicine but through an honest reckoning of the self.

How much violence, Marshal, do you think a man can carry before it breaks him?

There's always a 'she'. Isn't there?

Chuck said, “Hey. How many surrealists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?” Cawley looked over at him. “I’ll bite. How many?” “Fish, ” Chuck said and let loose a bright bark of a laugh.

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

Crime, once exposed, has no refuge but in audacity.

Not only does depression take away our spiritual and emotional health, it also undermines our physical health.

Mr Lysander Rief looks like someone who is far more at ease occupying the cold security of the dark

Well, I always had a chauffer, because I have never driven a car in my life. I still can't drive.

Words form the thread on which we string our experiences.

This illustrates an important truth, namely, that the worse your logic, the more interesting the consequences to which it gives rise.

If You can't tell it to me in one sentence, they can't put it in TV Guide.

My webmaster lives in Munich and is a very dear friend of mine. He is doing a great job on the site and it is constantly being updated and always will.

Some people say I'm too blunt and I'm too direct, too straightforward. I think we could use some of that in Washington, D.C.