What's funny is that people think, "Well there has to be something more than wrestling, because wrestling has such an absurd quality to it. " But if you tell a love story, people don't ask what else is in there. They say, "Oh, it's just a love story. " All stories have many levels, but these ones show their hand and say, "You might want to look a little deeper. "
Marya Hornbacher
[I] learned. . . that friends are a good source of food and soul when one has not yet gotten the hang of cooking or living (as opposed to dying) alone. That nothing-not booze, not love, not sex, not work, not moving from state to state-will make the past disappear. Only time and patience heal things. I learned that cutting up your arms in an attempt to make the pain move from inside to outside, from soul to skin, is futile. That death is a cop-out. I tried all of these things.
