The mind self-edits. The mind airbrushes. It's a different thing to be inside a body than outside. From outside, you can look, inspect, compare. From inside there is no comparison.

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.

A shadow archive and an archive of shadows, the literary architectonic demands a resistance to excessive illumination.

The lesson of the Cold War is that against nuclear weapons, only nuclear weapons can hold the peace.

If you desire information on some point of law, you are not likely to ponder over the ponderous tomes of legal writers in order to obtain the knowledge you seek, by your own unaided efforts.

My folks were English. They were too poor to be British. I still have a bit of British in me. In fact, my blood type is solid marmalade.

Superman is there to unite us all, I think. I'm proud of Bryan for respecting that and not making it just about us.

You could say singing is in our genes. Both our parents sang and made up songs constantly.

When I was on 'Idol' and 17, everything was so new. Everyone is so nice and wants to see you succeed.

Even from my sick bed, even if you are going to lower me into the grave and I feel something is going wrong, I will get up.

It was a dream to arrive at Liverpool but I never wanted to just settle for what I had achieved. I wanted more.

What If Following Her Heart Means Rose Could Lose Her Best Friend Forever?