The real world—where I probably could never be happy, and never get anywhere.

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.

People fall in love without reason, without even wanting to. You can't predict it. That's love.

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

Can'ttrustpeople. Won'tdoanygood. They'llkillyoueverytime. They'llkilleachother. They'llkilleveryone.

Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory.

Suicides? Heart attacks? The papers didn't seem interested. The world was full of ways to die, too many to cover. Newsworthy deaths had to be exceptional. Most people go unobserved.

Tendencies. Yougottendencies. Soevenifyoudideverythingoveragain, yourwholelife, yougottendenciestodojustwhatyoudid, alloveragain. -The Sheep Man.

For darkness terrifies. It swallows you, warps you, nullifies you. Who alive can possibly profess confidence in darkness? In the dark, you can't see.

We keep moving. And as we do, the things around us, well, they disappear.

The ones with no imagination are always the quickest to justify themselves

To write simply is as difficult as to be good.

Always remember, your focus determines your reality.

She understood love. What destroys you saves you, she had told me.

The stream is always purer at its source. [Fr., Les choses valent toujours mieux dans leur source.]

I'm extremely confident that solar will be at least a plurality of power, and most likely a majority... in less than 20 years.

I have lived my life according to this principle: If I'm afraid of it, then I must do it.

A psychological explanation of our feelings is not a moral explanation of our conduct.

The White House says that the unemployment rate is good news because it means more people are looking for jobs. More good news like that, and everyone at the White House will be looking for jobs.

Families don't have to match. You don't have to look like someone else to love them.

Ordinary women attempt to change our bodies to resemble a pornographic ideal. Ordinary women construct a false self and come to hate this self.