“Raising kids is part joy and part guerilla warfare.”

“The treasure shouldn't do the hunting, and you're a treasure.”

“Can't be part of the rat race when you're one of the rats who knows you're in a cage.”

“As far as my part in it is concerned, it began one night in the fall of 1956 in Lexington, Kentucky, when I walked into the Zebra Bar--a musty, murky coal-hole of a place across Short Street from the Drake Hotel (IF YOU DUCK THE DRAKE YOUR A GOOSE!! read the peeling roadside billboard out on the edge of town)--walked in under a marquee that did, sure enough, declare the presence inside of one 'Little Enis,' and came upon this amazing little stud stomping around atop the bar, flailing away at one of those enormous old electric guitars that looked like an Oldsmobile in drag--left-handed!”

“A: Is this the copy that you read as a kid?E: Yes. Look at the edges--that turquoise color. It's lighter along the top, from where the sun hit it. Now look at this gorgeous color here, the long edge. Beautiful. Makes me nostalgic.A: For what?E: I don't know. The age of turquoise page edges. Somewhere there's a grad student doing her dissertation on the inks used in twentieth-century mass-market paperbacks. ”

“We change when the pain to change is less than the pain to remain as we are.”

“I loved you, you know... It's not my fault the world is what it is.”