...when I closed my eyes and saw her drinking tea and opened them and still could see her, and I wanted so much to see more.

How could I pretend to be a victim when I was so willing to sin?

Maybe I still haven't become me. I don't know how you tell for sure when you finally have.

You can't catch somebody doing something when they're not hiding.

I just liked girls because I couldn't help not to.

I felt all the ways in which this world seemed so, so enormous--the height of the trees, the hush and tick of the forest, the shift of the sunlight and shadows--but also so, so removed.

But I couldn't ever make that dream happen. It just came on its own, the way dreams do.

It felt really good to do something that made no sense at all.

In that moment I was as jealous of her getting to leave Montana as I'd ever been of anything or anyone in my life.

The afternoon my parents died, I was out shoplifting with Irene Klauson.

An enemy is like a man's most prized flower. It brings him joy to see it buried in the ground.

Philosophy is to religion as psychoanalysis is to pseudoscience

I didn't mind studying. Obviously math and the physical science subjects interested me more than some of the more artistic subjects, but I think I was a pretty good student.

Why do I want to believe what I believe?... Science, to put it somewhat vulgarly, is a technique to keep yourself from kidding yourself.

The dream is already ended and we're already awake in the golden eternity.

She needed Cholly's sins desperately. The lower he sank, the wilder and more irresponsible he became, the more splendid she and her task became. In the name of Jesus.

My style of play has always been the same. I never tried to develop a specific style. From very young I just played this way.

The government will take the fairest of names, but the worst of realities--mob rule.

It's unbelievable really. For something that started off as a hobby, I ended up getting paid for doing it.

I'm klutzy, and I don't embarrass easily.