Have you ever noticed?--people, no matter how beautiful or desirable, invariably will, if observed closely while going about their daily business of keeping alive, begin to seem like monsters.

There is nothing more seductive — and dangerous — than being listened to.

But to say that the race is the metaphor for the life is to miss the point. The race is everything. It obliterates whatever isn't racing. Life is the metaphor for the race.

It is true that there is nothing like a blaze in the hearth to soothe the nerves and restore order to a house.

Choice, with its inevitable invitations to loss, is always such a trial.

There is such a thing as the courage in remaining baffled.

My self-esteem is Teflon coated, baby.

Money doesn't talk, it swears.

I am always being asked to gain or lose weight, but I am at a point now where I don't care anymore. I love my body, I love my super-hourglass shape and I love showing it off.

Let's hook up and just bring fiery death.

The paradoxical virtue of reading lies in distancing ourselves from the world so that we may make sense of it.

I don't think you can ever fill the empty space with the thing you lost.

The worst kind of shame is being ashamed of frugality or poverty.

A story of particular facts is a mirror which obscures and distorts that which should be beautiful; poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which it distorts.

"I got niggaz lookin' for Websters like George Papadopolis'