My friend Sally is a nudist. I went to her house. The closets have no doors. The walls are covered with see-through wallpaper.
Just when you think you've hit rock bottom, you realize you're standing on another trapdoor.
Well, life isn't a cakewalk, is it?! Eighty-nine percent of the world's most valuable art was created by men living in rat-infested flats. You think Velásquez wore Adidas? You think he enjoyed the luxuries of central heating and twenty-four-hour pizza delivery?!
I hate how the people who really get you are the ones you can never hold on to for very long. And the ones who don’t understand you at all stick around.
He said you couldn't pretend the terrible things in life didn't happen. You can't clean it up. You keep all the refuse and the scars. It's how you learn. And try to make improvements.
I was aware too how strange adults were, how theirs lives were vaster than they wanted anyone to realize, that they actually stretched on and on like deserts, dry and desolate, with an unpredictable, shifting sea of dunes.
It's kind of funny. . . the moments on which life hinges. I think growing up you always imagine your life - your success - depends on your family and how much money they have, where you go to college, what sort of job you can pin down, starting salary. . . But it doesn't, you know. You wouldn't believe this, but life hinges on a couple of seconds you never see coming. And what you decide in those few seconds determines everything from then on. . . And you have no idea what you'll do until you're there.
If I can't love Hitler, I can't love at all.
I was getting ready way too late and the ball was beating me to the strike zone. ?
When it comes to telling children stories, they don’t need simple language. They need beautiful language.
It's too late and it's too bad, don't think of me.