Love ... Just Nature's way of getting one person to pay the bills for another person.

I like to look at how people work together when they are put into stressful situations, when life stops being cozy.

Art can make a difference because it pulls people up short. It says, don't accept things for their face value; you don't have to go along with any of this; you can think for yourself.

I don't know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. They are distorted.

I felt like a seed in a pomegranate. Some say that the pomegranate was the real apple of Eve, fruit of the womb, I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.

Happiness is a specific. Misery is a generalization. People usually know exactly why they are happy. They very rarely know why they are miserable.

Quest is at the heart of what I do-the holy grail, and the terror that you'll never find it, seemed a perfect metaphor for life.

I find pieces of myself everywhere, and I cut myself handling them.

Do you fall in love often?" Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.

I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.

Life cannot be calculated. That's the big mistake our civilization made. We never accepted that randomness is not a mistake in the equation -- it is part of the equation.

Emotions like these didn't happen to regular, everyday people. They couldn't or else the entire world would be fornicating all the time.

The time for revolt is now, and the time for revolt is always!

Is it selfish for me to crave victory or is it brave?

By giving us the opinions of the uneducated, journalism keeps us in touch with the ignorance of the community.

Let's keep our chins up and our knees down - we're on the victory side.

There is a root arrogance in any writer; a hugely arrogant assumption that anyone is going to listen to them.

As long as you derive inner help and comfort from anything, keep it.

God looks at the heart, and we shouldn't judge by appearance . . . but we still live on the earth, and everyone here looks at the exterior, because only God sees the interior.

The more you look, the more you will see.

What the gears cannot do the computer might. The computer is the Proteus of machines. Its essence is its universality, its power to simulate