The only way we know it's true is that we both dreamed it. That's what reality is. It's a dream everyone has together.

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.

Like “love, ” “hope” is one of those ridiculously disproportional words that by all rights should be a lot longer.

Dammit. I knew a four-hour erection wasn’t normal.

The world stands aside to let anyone pass who knows where he is going.

No, I don't know any Emily Dickinson poems!

The main thing is not a matter of wanting to win; the main thing is being scared to lose.

I will be singing primarily all the songs from the musicals that I have been in from over the years.

I think it’s odd how it’s mirrored my life so much.

The chance to own a home; chance to own an education; chance to get access to capital. This is the real civil rights battle of the twenty-first century.

Woman has two works to perform: a work of differentiation, of man from herself, and a work of unification, of man with herself. ... We, woman, are now entering upon our second work.

People are hungry for stories. It's part of our very being.