Normality wasn't normal. It couldn't be. If normality were normal, everybody could leave it alone. They could sit back and let normality manifest itself.

We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

Biology gives you a brain. Life turns it into a mind.

When I wrote The Virgin Suicides, I gave myself very strict rules about the narrative voice: the boys would only be able to report what they had seen or found or what had been told to them.

Basically what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she'd fly

It was one of those humid days when the atmosphere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water.

In the end, the tortures tearing the Lisbon girls pointed to a simple reasoned refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them, so full of flaws.

Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It's always there, though.

You never get over it, but you get to where it doesn't bother you so much.

It was like autumn, looking at her. it was like driving up north to see the colors.

She held herself very straight, like Audrey Hepburn, whom all women idolize and men never think about.

Many have balls but only a few have heart.

Excellence is a high quality, that delivers success and achievement.

The world will not spin slower or faster when we have passed through the gate together. What remains is light on water, or a shifting shadow.

Touring is a young man's game, but after 30 years of it, I want to stay home.

Love means to look at yourself The way one looks at distant things For you are only one thing among many.

I try not to make the same mistakes today that I made yesterday.

It's hard to see clearly when your eyes are squinched tight out of fear.

Life is a game. Happy people are the players. Unhappy people are the spectators. Which would you like to be?

To visualize is to see what is not there, what is not real - a dream. To visualize is, in fact, to make visual lies. Visual lies, however, have a way of coming true.

Sometimes magic sounds like tape.