It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.

Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work. Think of how many times you put on your underwear in a lifetime. It was appalling, it was disgusting, it was stupid.

Life wore a man out, wore a man thin.Tomorrow would be a better day.

Hell was what you made it

Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work

I'm not dead yet, just in a state of rapid decay, who isn't?

I decided to stay in bed until noon. Maybe by then half the world would be dead and it would only be half as hard to take.

There is always somebody about to ruin your day, if not your life.

The pity of it was that this discovery, if such it was, now seemed so stale, so profitless to me. What good was it? What good did thinking ever do?

For a while, Criticism travels side by side with the Work, then Criticism vanishes and it's the Readers who keep pace. The journey may be long or short.

There is always something I gain from watching a movie, whether it's a silly romantic comedy or an art film.

I think whether dance music had exploded in America, I still would've been a DJ a long time. This is my first love.

Jace hated it when other people were worried on his behalf. It made him feel like maybe there really was something to worry about.

JUST LIKE CANDY is a delicious, decadent treat.

Men don't make passes at crones with big (rhymes with passes).

Cleavage is great," she said. "Like an extra pocket.

When my hair is long enough to be cut, I go to my wife's hairdresser, and she generally pays for it.

A dangerous book will always be in danger from those it threatens with the demand that they question their assumptions. They'd rather hang on to the assumptions and ban the book.