People have to deal with their issues together; they have to expose themselves and kind of exhaust themselves.
The only difference between suicide and martyrdom is press coverage.
Since change is constant, you wonder if people crave death because it’s the only way they can get anything really finished.
Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.
What I did was pour out about a gallon of Chanel Number Five and put a burning wedding invitation to it, and boom, I’m recycling.
Who you are moment to moment is just a story.
It’s not living alone if you keep a rifle under the bed.
Someone bent on suicide won’t have much sense of humor left.
Which is worse: Hell or nothing?
Sundays tend to be a day where just I do nothing but visit people. It’s kind of like trick-or-treating.
To merely observe your culture without contributing to it seems very close to existing as a ghost.
If there had been zombies on the iceberg when the Titanic hit it, that would have made a much better movie.
We are a nation of physical animals who have forgotten how much we enjoy being that. We are cushioned by this kind of make-believe, unreal world and have no idea what we can survive because we are never challenged or tested.
I think in a way, you’re doomed, once you can envision something. You’re sort of doomed to make it happen. I’ve found that the moment I can envision leaving a relationship, that’s usually the moment that the relationship starts to fall apart.
Every time I write something, I think, this is the most offensive thing I will ever write. But no. I always surprise myself.
Maybe humans are just the pet alligators that God flushed down the toilet.
The only thing I shy away from is non-consensual violence. I can’t write a story where someone is a simple victim because it’s boring.
Discovering the ‘impossible’ ending to a new book makes me sick with joy and relief.
I think America is just so in love with conflict.
Men are destroyed for being rebellious, and women destroy themselves by failing to be rebellious. Unless you can make that next jump to either getting along with people or resisting people, you are ultimately destroying yourself.