In the Netherlands now, I imagine it’s legal to marry your own children. Get them pregnant, and you can abort your unborn grandbabies in a free clinic that used to be a church.
I hoped our lives would continue this way forever, but inevitably the past came knocking. Not the good kind that was collectible but the bad kind that had arthritis.
What I really hated, of course, was my mind. There must have been an off switch somewhere, but I was damned if I could find it.
What can you say about the family who is suing the railroad after their drunk son was killed walking on the tracks? Trains don’t normally sneak up on people. Unless they’ve derailed, you pretty much know where to find them.
The fake slap invariably makes contact, adding the elements of shock and betrayal to what had previously been plain old-fashioned fear.
As bad a dresser as I am, anything beats being judged by my character.
I’d always thought that I understood this, but lately I realize that what I call “understanding” is basically just fantasizing.
This was the consequence of seeing too much and understanding the horrible truth: No one is safe. The world is not manageable.
The difference between the first time I read something and the tenth time I read something is generally pretty profound. Even if the script is the same, just the way that I read it is different.
I had to wrestle daily with both my inadequacy and my uncontrollable jealousy. I didn’t want to kill her, but hoped someone else might do the job for me.
If I were president, I would turn the tables and allow the fetus to abort its mother.
I don’t worry about being exposed. When I’m writing about myself I think about myself as a character. There is a ton of stuff going on in my life that I don’t write about. If I need to write that stuff down, I write about myself in my diary.
The things I’ve bought from strangers in the dark would curl your hair.
I don’t like being left to my own thoughts.
It’s unrealistic to live your life within such strict parameters.
I always used to reach for the cigarette when the phone rang, and I figured nobody would ever call me in Tokyo. The time difference is so profound it’s, like, already September in Tokyo, and I figured nobody would be able to work it out.
I don’t think my life is more interesting than anybody else’s.
On one tour, I was collecting stories about pet monkeys. You’d be surprised how many people have stories about monkeys. The problem is, most monkey stories end tragically.
I like listening to books as well, as that way you can iron at the same time.
I don’t really do very well when I’m sent somewhere. A lot of magazines want to send you somewhere to do something. They want you to stow away on a ship, or something like that.