Quotes from Rafael Yglesias

Maybe becoming a monster is a sign of strength.

Perhaps they assumed that he would have a hard time putting her first. Perhaps they had not understood that for a long time she had come first with him, that for many years she had been his heart's home and his mind's anchor and that fighting to keep her alive was essential to preserving his own soul.

There's nothing that makes an artist more beloved than the audience pitying him because his work comes at a price they would never pay.

I'm willing to keep an open mind about the existence of God or whether or not Joye's Ulysses is a great novel, but I have no doubt that one way or another child molesters are nurtured, not born.

And into its bland merciless face what did he have to show as his proof that he deserved to live? - Nothing but that he was afraid to die.

Re: Central Park But the height proved the awesome truth that the park was made by man: nature re-created where it had been killed.

You have to feed the press or they'll eat you.

Percocet? Seriously?" Brian laughed bitterly. "That's so nineties. He should at least update his addictions.

The world is chock-full of monsters.

For a while she had a vague longing to be a psychologist. "Talking therapy is dead," Gary said when she raised the idea. "It's all pills now.

Sooner or later everyone is defeated by their desires.

How far we've come, Jeff," Brian whispered to the cold, wet streets. "How far the geeky boys have come.

Oh God, I'm old and I've never been young.

You could become anyone, including your real self.

Gary was a righteous man, frank about his lusts, and they were the lusts of the righteous: for sugar and fat and the succour of a wife.

Otherwise the silence in the room was profound, the silence of places Brian had not yet been: gazing at the lifeless body of a beloved, the echo of a lost illusion, the tinnitus of betrayal.

Nothing on earth is more vicious than a disappointed American public.

Had any parent ever succeeded in hiding marital unhappiness from their child?

Jeff had learned the wisdom of perversity and made his lonely secret into art.

It was always the most striking scene, the best work, the most disturbing emotion and unsettling idea that attracts criticism.

Also, serial killers, child killers, they're hot, they're the new cool kids, the new vampires, the new zombies, everybody's favourite spook monster.

You see, I'm not the hack. God is. And the Old Fart doesn't know how to write a conclusion that'll satisfy his audience. He leaves that to us, his lost children, doing his dirty work, inventing uplifting endings to erase his mistakes.

Little girls think their fathers will save them. Women know better.

After puberty, you look to one sex for more than friendship and to the other for less-than-complete intimacy.