The whole world seems tilted, my inner ear displaced by a hole where my spouse used to be.

My mother is a firm believer in the long pause, useful in interrogations, proclamations of truth, and the occasional cutting dead of someone without their knowing it.

Delusion detests focus and romance provides the veil.

I mentally bless and exonerate anyone who has kicked a chair out from beneath her or swallowed opium in large chunks. My mind has met their environment, here in the void. I understand perfectly.

In so many senseless deaths, beauty is to blame.

Why is edamame always ready to expire? It´s so urgent for a vegetable. Edamame. It sounds like an assisted form of suicide. Is there an advertising concept in this?

I used to loathe ambivalence now I adore it. Ambivalence is my new best friend.

The snag about marriage is, it isn´t worth the divorce.

They feel life is for the taking, and that everyone deserves happiness no matter what the cost. I must remember these tricks if I ever decide to have my soul surgically removed.

Surprises, I feel now, are primarily a form of violence.

I love you as the mother of my child": the kiss of death.Mother of His Child: demotion. I am beginning to see this truism: Mothers are not always wives. I have been stripped of a piece of self.

Bob has never written a bad song. Bob Dylan is a genius.

Vomit and feces are two reason I have decided not to procreate.

If I could rub a genie and anything could happen? Truthfully, my other love, and this is a complete 180, but I'd love to do a spy or an espionage pic, like a James Bond movie.

We often feel paralyzed by choice and make no choice. But the thing is, no choice is a choice. If you’re not doing something about it, you’re doing something about it.

To accept Naturalism is to reject such entities as Cartesian minds, private visual and tactual spaces, angelic beings and God.

Marriage is one of the most difficult things in the world and unfortunately sometimes they fail.

Anything more than 500 yards from the car just isn't photogenic.

Pride is the oldest and most common of sins. Humility is the rarest and most beautiful of graces.

There is no more harm in adultery than in rubbing one's hands together.

Sadly, I can't say the same for my Father, who is probably in a different place - Hell.