Memory is like that. It alters itself so that girlsare always trapped under the earth, waiting in the dark.

There was another thing I had forgotten about the South: It was the one place on earth where an unsuspecting person could get killed by kindness.

This faulty light fitting at the front door with the dangerously flickering bulb looks rather festive. Who says I don't do Christmas?

Wrong and inappropriate use has caused LSD to become my problem child.

My subconscious speaks in a foreign language.

I wish my name was Tom Kite.

Anyone who doesn't believe that the forest is a deadly place has never been lost in one.

What else exhausts like sustained deception?

A life without love, no matter how many other things we have, is an empty, meaningless one.

I had this talent for these stupid little teenage songs. I just couldn't get anyone to sing my songs, so I had to sing my own tunes.

Fanaticism is not a state of religion but a state of mind.