“I mean, what do people talk about when they're married?" "Their kids, I guess." "Maybe that's all they have in common.”

“About all you can do in life is be who you are. Some people will love you for you. Most will love you for what you can do for them, and some won't like you at all.”

“I had never thought I had much in common with anybody. I had no mother, no father, no roots, no biological similarities called sisters and brothers. And for a future I didn't want a split-level home with a station wagon, pastel refrigerator, and a houseful of blonde children evenly spaced through the years. I didn't want to walk into the pages of McCall's magazine and become the model housewife. I didn't even want a husband or any man for that matter. I wanted to go my own way. That's all I think I ever wanted, to go my own way and maybe find some love here and there. Love, but not the now and forever kind with chains around your vagina and a short circuit in your brain. I'd rather be alone.”

“I'm not an addictive personality, I just like getting high, that's all.”

“It doesn't matter to me. We're still cousins in our own way. Blood's just something old people talk about to make you feel bad.”

“Oh well, maybe the only beauty left in cities is in the oil slicks on the road and maybe there isn't any beauty left in the people who live in these places.”

“Whoever heard of a neurotic frog? Where do humans get off thinking they're the pinnacle of evolution?”