“A bedroom is just as nice as whoever sleeps in it with you.”

Talent? What is talent but the ability to get away with something?

Life is an unanswered question, but let’s still believe in the dignity and importance of the question.

How long does it have to go on? This punishment? Haven’t I done time enough, haven’t I served my term? can’t I apply for a-pardon?

Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.

I believe the way to write a good play is to convince yourself it is easy to do, then go ahead and do it with ease.

We’ve had this date with each other from the beginning.

Living with someone you love can be lonelier than living entirely alone, if the on that you love doesn’t love you.

A high station in life is earned by the gallantry with which appalling experiences are survived with grace.

Yes, I have tricks in my pocket, I have things up my sleeve. But I am the opposite of a stage magician.

It’s hard enough for me to write what I want to write without me trying to write what you say they want me to write which I don’t want to write.

The world is a funny paper read backwards. And that way it isn’t so funny.

Friends are God’s way of apologizing to us for our families

All your Western theologies, the whole mythology of them, are based on the concept of God as a senile delinquent.

Don’t you think there is always something unspoken between two people?

Whomever I love and am with most of the time, or whomever I remember most vividly. I think that’s true of everyone, don’t you?

And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors.

It was just me in my bedroom. It gave me freedom and made me happy.

My pop is this big, huge man, nothing can hurt him. I went running into his bedroom like, ‘Daddy, Daddy, the boogie man’s under the bed!’ Pop opens one eye, he’s like, ‘Is the boogie man bigger than me?’ ‘

When I was about 8 or 9, I lived in New Jersey with my mother and we were seven deep in one bedroom and sometimes we didn’t have electricity.

I’m tired of going to an empty bedroom every night. I wish I had a girl I could cuddle with.

Ultimately, who you choose to be in a relationship with and what you do in your bedroom is your business.

I work with my brother Finneas, and he produces all of my music in his little bedroom in our house.

Take off your bedroom slippers, put on your marching shoes. Shake it off. Stop complaining, stop grumbling, stop crying. We are going to press on. We’ve got work to do.

I don’t need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.