Mother was, ' June thought, 'a beautiful little ornament that was damaged.' Her broken edges cut her daughters in ways both emotional and physical, and only sharpened with age.

And truth is malleable, something to be bent or stretched or made to disappear, but direct lies always find the path back to the one who tells them.

He was just a taker. She was a taker in her way too. They were taking each other, and they loved each other for that. -June Havoc

Her mother was by turns tender and pathetic and terrifying, broken in a way that no one, in that time or place, had any idea how to fix.

just remember: i love you, and love yourselves. 'cause, little monsters, you were born that way baby.

Novels for me are how I find out what's going on in my own head. And so that's a really useful and indeed critical thing to do when you do as many of these other things as I do.

Days are made to be filled with laughter.

Anytime I write something that's trying to be too smart, it doesn't work.

Never let making a profit stand in the way of doing the right thing.

I was in Germany when the wall came down.

Rock and roll is commitment. Rock and roll is passion and spirit.

I don't know what's wrong with that girl.

Wives are people who think it's against the law not to answer the phone when it rings.

If you want to make something happen, you can make it happen. There's always a way if it's what you want.