We come from a generation of people who need their TV or stereo playing all the time. These people so scared of silence. These soundaholics, these quietophobics.
We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heros or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future...
We are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we'll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won't. And we are just learning this fact. [...] So don...
Until today, it really pissed me off that I'd become this totally centered Zen Master and nobody had noticed. Still, I'm doing the little FAX thing. I write little HAIKU things and FAX them around to...
To hell with housework, our top priority has always been between our legs.
This would be...a book that would be a trapdoor down into some place dark. A place only you could go, alone, when you opened the cover. Because only books have that power.
This whole time, I was calm. I was the picture of calm. I never, never panicked. I saw my blood and snot and teeth splashed all over the dashboard the moment after the accident, but hysteria is imposs...
This should be my favorite part, being held and crying with Big Bob without hope. We all work so hard all the time. This is the only place I ever really relax and give up.
This isn’t such a beautiful world that he has to stay in it and suffer. This isn’t much of a world at all.
This isn't about love and hate, Helen says. It's about control. People don't sit down and read a poem to kill their child. They just want the child tosleep. They just want to dominate. No matter how m...
They want me to account for my next ten years. Their way, everything in your life turns into an item on a list. Something to accomplish. You get to see how your life looks flattened out.The shortest d...
There's still a thousand places I haven't gone to die.
There were jobs so boring, you’d find ways to cripple yourself so you couldn’t work.
There are bodies buried everywhere you just have to know where to look.
Then all you can do is get lost in the tiny details of every day doing the same tasks over and over.
The wild daisies and Indian paintbrush whizzing past are just the genitals of a different life form.
The way my face is without a jaw, my throat just ends in sort of a hole with my tongue hanging out. Around the hole, the skin is all scar tissue: dark red lumps and shiny the way you’d look if you got...
The truth is, every son raised by a single mom is pretty much born married. I don’t know, but until your mom dies it seems like all the other women in your life can never be more than just your mistre...
The truth is, being ugly isn't the thrill you'd think, but it can be an oportunity for something better than I ever imagined.The truth is I'm sorry.
The truth is, Archer tells me, you stay in Hell until you forgive yourself. You fucked up. Game over, he says, so just relax.