Some irony. The girl who couldn't face her own bullshit . . . suddenly forcing everyone else to.

I'm just a broken thing you're familiar with.

I have been made to realize tonight that there are limits to what I wish to do or see done for any cause.

Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick.

Treat your body good, because your body is your boat, it is your horse, it is your car, your wings, your every possible vehicle to take you to every possible place!

So long as we think dugout canoes are the only possibility-all that is real or can be real-we will never see the ship we will never feel the free wind blow.

How shameful. How predictable! How insipid. And how sweet.

There is no longer serious doubt in my mind that human life exists from the very onset of pregnancy.

I write all day every day, so when I feel unproductive, it magnifies everything else.

If you were disabled in Russia, you had to re-register every year, and it took up to six months to re-register, so people who lost limbs in Afghanistan had to prove that their leg hadn't grown back.

The ecosystem of our world is a closed system: it would run out of gas, collapse of its own weight.

A man who tells nothing, or who tells all, will equally have nothing told him.