Age is a terrible avenger. The lessons of life give you so much to work with, but by the time you've got all this great wisdom, you don't get to be young anymore.

The American Dream, coupled with government subsidies of utilities and cheap consumer goods courtesy of slave labour somewhere else, has kept the poor huddled masses from rising up.

I start to think there really is no cure for depression, that happiness is an ongoing battle, and I wonder if it isn't one I'll have to fight for as long as I live. I wonder if it's worth it.

It was just very interesting to me that certain types of women inspire people's imagination, and all of them were very difficult women.

My imagination, my ability to understand the way love and people grow over time, how passion can surprise and renew, utterly failed me.