I don't think I've left a trail of weeping women in my wake. I mean, the number of serious relationships I've had has not been into double digits. 
Everything becomes symbol and irony when you've been betrayed 
Yeah, 'Gossip Girl' is a good show. It's a real New York show, like 'Sex and the City.' 
If it's red, French, costs too much, and tastes like the water that's left in the vase after the flowers have died and rotted, it's probably Burgundy. 
Suffering is supposed to be the raw stuff of art. 
Your presence here is is only a matter of conducting an experiment in limits, reminding yourself of what you aren't. 
You have a bad memory for details. You can tell her the date of the Spanish Armada, but you couldn't even guess at the balance of your checkbook. 
The capacity for friendship is God's way of apologizing for our families. 
There is a shabby nobility in failing all by yourself. 
Here you are again. All messed up and no place to go. 
Love is the eternal quest: almost everyone wants to love and be loved. 
When the train begins to move they return to their Posts and their private sorrows. 
It's the cynics who never get married. 
You are a republic of voices tonight. Unfortunately, that republic is Italy. 
There is a type of writer that can happily bury themselves in the country and dig very deep, but I'm not like that. 
Mine is not an autonomous imagination. 
A creative writing program is only as good as its teachers, and I was fortunate in having two great writers as mentors. 
I think men talk to women so they can sleep with them and women sleep with men so they can talk to them. 
I'd like to have the kind of house someday where a carousel horse wouldn't be out of place in the living room. 
Sometimes you feel like the only man in the city without group affiliation. 
When you catch yourself lying to your therapist, you know it's a waste of money. 
Delia's arms were inscribed with a grid of self- inflicted wounds, an intricate text of self-loathing 
The most interesting things that happen in my books are usually the things that arise spontaneously, the things that surprise me. 
Great minds sink alike, right? 
Taste is a matter of taste. 
The level of the room keeps changing. All of the surfaces swell and recede with oceanic rhytm. You are not quite all right. You are somewhat wrong. 
Love is recreational, it needs not be aspirational 