“I still don’t know what kind of woman I am. But as the flame nears the fingers that trust the match, as close as the skin can stand it to singe, I call this the nerve to find out.-Self Portrait Of A Woman Standing Outside Your House With A Match And A Gallon Of Gasoline”

“My wife and I aren’t a match. We’re a match and gasoline.”

“The nuclear arms race is like two sworn enemies standing waist deep in gasoline, one with three matches, the other with five.”

“My insides don't match up with my outsides. -Do anyone's inside and outsides match up? -I don't know. I'm only me. -Maybe that's what a person's personality is: the difference between the inside and the outside.”

“If you look at anotherwoman, I’ll rip your eyes out. Touch one and I’ll cut off your hands. Kissher and I’ll sever your tongue from your mouth.“You don’t want to know what I’ll do if I find out your dick gotanywhere near another woman. So the choice is yours, you can live life as ablind, mute eunuch with stubs at the end of your arms or you can close theclub...”

“Sometimes it seems every woman I meet is more than a match for me.”