How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.

To experience commitment as the loss of options, a type of death, the death of childhood's limitless possibility, of the flattery of choice without duress-this will happen, mark me. Childhood's end.

The assumption that you everyone else is like you. That you are the world. The disease of consumer capitalism. The complacent solipsism.

The mother at thirty with face commencing to display the faint seams of the plan for the second face life had in store for her and which she feared would be her own mother’s

Having children is like living in a frat house - nobody sleeps, everything's broken, and there's a lot of throwing up.

But I discovered that people like me -- they do, you know, if you like them -- and then it was all right.

Creativity is impossible unless existing rules are broken. Let's break some.

Authors always take rejection badly. They equate it with infanticide.

Victory at all costs victory in spite of all terror victory however long and hard the road may be for without victory there is no survival.

I've been known to make out with girls from time to time. Couple drinks involved, you know, it's fun. And who knows, maybe it'll go further someday.

He (Gil Hodges) fields better on one leg than anybody else I got on two.

Lifelong monogamy is a maniacal idea.

Anyone who doesn't think the government killed my father either hasn't given the issue much thought, or is insane.

The line between disorder and order lies in logistics.