It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.

What I really felt like, though, was committing suicide. I felt like jumping out the window. I probably would've done it, too, if I'd been sure somebody'd cover me up as soon as I landed. I didn't want a bunch of stupid rubbernecks looking at me when I was all gory.

People are always ruining things for you.

All morons hate it when you call them a moron.

I'm quite illiterate, but I read a lot.

If you do something too good, then, after a while, if you don't watch it, you start showing off. And then you're not as good any more.