Why were we never together anymore, just alone in each other's vicinity?

I wasn't sure if it was safe for me to be sharing time and space with other people, who all seemed so much gentler and safer and less of a secret to themselves than I felt I was.

I knew that my husband was a song that I had forgotten the words to and I was a fuzzy photograph of someone he used to love.

That's the thing about fiction, that you live in it totally for a little while, but you must forget it, sometimes totally forget it, in order to go about the rest of your day.

But we always avoided talking about these things—difficult things—and I wondered if that meant we'd be a little uncomfortable with or disappointed by each other for the rest of our lives.

Lately, I couldn't remember those years, as if childhood was a movie I'd only seen the previews to.

None of us know how to fix ourselves, at least not entirely, not well enough.

That boy never seemed to smile and he wore long sleeves year-round, and I was not so different from him—we were both unable to get near the real life in life.

I couldn't blame anyone for what was in me, because I am, like everyone, populated entirely by myself.

Everyone wants to feel like they could destroy a small-to-medium-to-large part of someone who loves them.

I was thinking about stabbing myself in the face—not actually considering stabbing myself in the face, but thinking that it would be a physical expression of how I felt.

I love music. It's freedom, a way to deal with pent-up frustration.

I do like to shock and surprise people. When it's all in good fun, of course.

The writing of headline is one of the great journalistic arts. They either conceal or reveal am interest

For me, off the field, cartoons are something that can ease my mind and get me back into having fun and just relaxing.

There's a man outside with a big black mustache. - Tell him I've got one.

He was a secret agent, and still alive thanks to his exact attention to the detail of his profession.

Since age 14, I know what actors fear, what they like; I know how to get things out of them and I listen to them better, since I've been there.

Drink more water and walk in a relaxed manner.

I think things happen between people for a reason.

One of the strange things about violent and authoritarian regimes is they don't like the glare of negative publicity.