“Growing up is loving what you can afford to.”

Maybe the lonely places are the only things that make human beings of us all.

Men are imposible, but after you’ve had one around nothing ever has quite the flavor without one. It’s terrible, really. When they’re there you want to shoot them and when they’re not you want to shoot yourself.

Creation, like destruction, always seems to get a little out of hand; otherwise it could hardly be called creative.

Things about yourself are never too terrible to say. It’s only the things about the ones you love.

Men simply don’t understand how women are. They think there’s some other kind.