Tears are a form of communication - like speech - and require a listener.

I stand in the mist and cry, thinking of myself standing in the mist and crying, and wondering if I will ever be able to use this experience in a book.

Though my friends envied me because I always seemed so cheerful and confident, I was secretly terrified of practically everything.

Any system was a straightjacket if you insisted on adhering to it so totally and humorlessly.

It was easy enough to kill yourself in a fit of despair. It was easy enough to play the martyr. It was harder to do nothing. To endure your life. To wait.

You don't have to beat a woman if you can make her feel guilty.

Husband and wife have no time left to spend together. Marriage took away our one reason for getting married.

We came to realize how little married couples see of each other once they crawl in the bourgeois box.

Maybe marriages are best in middle age. When all the nonsense falls away and you realize you have to love one another because you're going to die anyway.

We're programmed for suffering, not joy. The masochism is built in at a very early age. You're supposed to work and suffer - and the trouble is: you believe it.

There is nothing fiercer than a failed artist. The energy remains, but having no outlet, it implodes in a great fart of rage which smokes up all the inner windows of the soul.

If you are ever called upon to chasten a person, never chasten beyond the balm you have within you to bind up.

We don't care about you.. we care who is behind you... so the idea is you to be the victim and we to catch the killer...

Everybody has goals, aspirations or whatever, and everybody has been at a point in their life where nobody believed in them.

If the rule you followed brought you to this, of what use was the rule?

Love matches, so called, have illusion for their father and need for their mother.

I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I do know how to count.

Personally I find the democratic chaos of the Internet fascinating, and for the most part really benign.

Rock stardom will die because nobody will make enough money any more to be rock stars.

If there is a heaven, it's certain our animals are to be there. Their lives become so interwoven with our own, it would take more than an archangel to detangle them.

It took him forever to get to downtown Vancouver although Tony had to admit that saving the world by public transportation was a particularly Canadian way to do things.