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The appeal all too often is to the gallery, hungry for sensation.

You are perfectly justified in scoffing at the outrageous transparency of it if I tell you that his wife said that he was so pale that he looked as if he had seen a ghost, but that is, indeed, what she said. Art cannot rescue anybody from anything.

We are taught that corporations have a soul, which is the most terrifying news in the world.

I was the embodiment of every writer's worst fear: a cliché.

She blew more smoke toward me, a lazy game of cancer catch.

He has a great smile, a cat's smile. He should cough out yellow Tweety Bird feathers, the way he smiles at me.

Danish. I'd come to believe there was no food more depressing than Danish, a pastry that seemed stale upon arrival.

Should I remove my soul before I come inside?

I would rather be a librarian, but I worry about the job security. Books may be temporary; dicks are forever.

If ifs and buts were candies and nuts we'd all have a very Merry Christmas

So let everyone take sides. Team Nick, Team Amy. Turn it into even more of a game: Sell some fucking T-shirts.

I would never steer a fellow sufferer from the relief of a blackout.

I never worked holidays, because holiday hand jobs are sad for everyone.

When people ask me that question that everyone asks: What do you do? I'd say, I'm in customer service, which was true. To me, it's nice day's work when you make a lot of people smile. I know that sounds too earnest, but it's true. I mean, I would rather be a librarian, but I worry about the job security. Books may be temporary; dicks are forever.

It sounded artificial, like a beauty contestant pledging world peace.

In a few years you may find a Starbucks, which will bring the town what it yearns for: prepackaged, preapproved mainstream hipness.

My story would satisfy Desi's craving for ruined women -- I was now the most damaged of them all.

Imagine the righteous dismay when Ann arrived. She got slapped with some family name—didn't even get the extra e to ornament it a bit.

It embarrassed me. Marrow-deep embarrassment, the kind that becomes part of your DNA, that changes you.

My story for the day was a limp sort of evil.

So you can see why the whole hand-job thing felt like a natural career progression.

He had married this creature, this figment of the imagination of a million masturbatory men, semen-fingered and self-satisfied.

She defines and eliminates problems. She's practical in an evil way.

To me, all that urgent hopefulness was more frightening than if I'd found a pile of skulls with hair still attached. I ran out in full panic, my underwear tucked up a sleeve.