“Of course, I'm only joking," he says, studying me. "The reason they're staring is because I am extraordinarily good looking.”

“No, he wasn't like them at all. And even though my experience with the opposite sex was pitifully non-existent, this was someone I wanted to know. Someone I needed to know. Someone I needed to have know me.”

“I stood there, shocked. I'd never hugged a perfect stranger before, but maybe this was how people in California did things.”

“Of course I'm not going to look through the keyhole. That's something only servants do. I'm going to hide in the bay window.”

“I don't know who I am, I don't know what I'm like, how can I know what I want? I only know that whether I'm good or bad, whether I'm a bitch or not, whether I'm strong or weak or contemptible or a bloody martyr - I mean whether I'm fat or thin, tall or short, because I don't know - I want to be happy.”

“For there to be light, there must be darkness. For there to be joy, there must be sorrow. For there to be beauty, there must be the grotesque.”

“Why is it that beautiful women never seem to have curiosity? Is it because they know they're classical? With classical things the Lord finished the job. Ordinary ugly people know they're deficient and they go on looking for the pieces.”