“I rested my head on the wall behind me and closed my eyes, wishing my life had a button: Ignore All.”

“I leveled the gun and fired until it was empty.”

“If I could tell you only one thing about my life it would be this: when I was seven years old the mailman ran over my head.”

“When you're problem solving with a team and somebody has an idea separate the idea from the person talking, because once in a while a jackass might come up with something useful.”

“Even in the midst of all this commotion she knows none of it really belongs to her, and marvels at the strange fact of her dearest wish: to be part of it, to give in to it's distractions, to find herself the owner of a life lived rather than a life endured. And then she looks into the face of Mother #3, worn smooth and almost featureless, with moist eyes that can't seem to settle on anything for more than a heartbeat at a time, and she knows this is a very dangerous wish.”

“Well, now I'm all jealous. I wish I had little voices in my head. Guess I'll just have to settle for people really being out to get me." "Bitch," she said cordially. "Bimbo.”

“My Favorite Ring is Always the Next One”