Alex chuckled and whispered in her ear. “I’m feeling huge . . . I mean I have this huge desire . . . Crap, you feel good tonight. And you smell so good.

I don’t want to hear it. Go back to Sammy and get your platter of gonorrhea with a heaping side order of chlamydia. It’s free. Please leave.

You men never change. Is that all you can see? Proud grandfathers of a large....” Mrs. Werner smacked her husband upside the head and took the pictures away.

Hope arouses, as nothing else can arouse, a passion for the possible.

Probably nature itself gave man the ability to lie so that in difficult and tense moments he could protect his nest, just as do the vixen and wild duck.

I think you can get to a point where nihilism, if that's the right word, is overwhelming, and the basic laws that society has set up - either religious or social laws - become meaningless.

Love is a daily, mutual exchange of value.

My lips, I've used collagen. I line my lips with collagen.

Ours was a history of well-intentioned beginnings that end with a fight at every turn.

That's one of the things that always grabbed me about rock music: There's a song, and you know how it goes, and you can sort of predict it, but a lot is left up to chance and interaction.

The greatest danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but that it is too low and we reach it.

Sometimes silence is the most effective tool to make impact, and sometimes loud and big is the trick.

I'm trying as hard as I can, and sometimes things don't go your way, and that's the way things go.