Most of us do not 'sculpt' our lives. We accept what comes our way, then we gripe about it.
Only the united beat of sex and heart can create ecstasy.
Mourning is not forgetting. . . It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the dust.
The nicest people fall in love indiscriminately. . . while under the influence of that pre-eminently selfish lunacy they may make the most outrageous demands upon their friends with no other excuse than their painful need.
Good doctors get a mechanic's pleasure in making you tick over.
Love so seldom means happiness.
I write every paragraph four times - once to get my meaning down, once to put in anything I have left out, once to take out anything that seems unnecessary, and once to make the whole thing sound as if I had only just thought of it.
Really, all religious teachings can be boiled down to: “Just be cool. Don’t be an asshole.
Sometimes the poor are praised for being thrifty. But to recommend thrift to the poor is both grotesque and insulting. It is like advising a man who is starving to eat less.
Can I flirt with another guy to make him jealous?" "Oh no. " She laughed, still holding my hands. "That will unleash something you can't handle. You don't mess with men that way.
I think it's really important for the audience to feel connected, and when it's good it's this amazing, symbiotic relationship. I try to give as much as they can give. We're not avant garde and we make no claim to be revolutionary, but I think we are sincere.