Life

I have a lot of anger about my childhood - being hard of hearing and my relationship with my father.

Do you see a theme emerging? Women like flowers.

This is a new year. A new beginning. And things will change.

College towns [are] all the same in that way; same burger, different wrapper.

Broken?' I laughed. 'Nah, princess. I'm a shattered fucking mess.

The big curse of America, to me, is skinless, boneless chicken breasts. They're banal and relatively flavorless. The rest of the world's trying to get some fat to eat, and we're trying to ban it from our diet.

We were young and thought we were invincible and we threw ourselves into the gears of history and it ground us up.

A memoir provides a record not so much of the memoirist as of the memoirist's world.

Life is one long struggle between conclusions based on abstract ways of conceiving cases and opposite conclusions prompted by our instinctive perception of them.

I know more damn perverts, at schools and all, than anybody you ever met, and they’re always being perverty when I’m around.

No one will laugh at how great things are for somebody.

Just as we have created a society in which it would be unthinkable to light up a cigarette in the Kennedy Center lobby, we can create a society where it is unthinkable that a child suffers abuse, fails in school, becomes delinquent, or faces teasing and bullying.

What must be shall be and that which is a necessity to him that struggles is little more than choice to him that is willing.

Saturday-morning cartoon sure aren't what they used to be. The animation is lazy. Too clean. He misses being able to detect pencil lines and paint strokes in his favorite cartoon characters, his mind never quite separating the creatures from the art that brought them to life.

Yes,' he replied. 'We are --- how do you say on Midgard -- between a hard place and tree.

You can’t get much done in life if you only work on days when you feel good.

No matter how much we try to keep things in order, life seems determined to scatter Legos under our bare feet.

The baby batScreamed out in fright,'Turn on the dark,I'm afraid of the light.

...My soul always reverts to the Old Testament and to Shakespeare. There at least one feels that it's human beings talking. There people hate, people love, people murder their enemy and curse his descendants through all generations, there people sin.

Trust your heart and embrace the journey. You may make a wrong turn but your heart will get you back on the right path. Just keep making choices and don’t second guess yourself.