I Refer To Jet Lag

I Consulted A Therapist At Mass. General. After About 20 Minutes, He Stopped Me And Said, 'you're Just A Big Existential Garbage Pail. Go Home And Relax.'

The Only Thing I Don't Doubt Is My Doubt.

To Be Famous Is To Be Stuck In An Inflexible Place. But At Least It Is To Be Stuck With Money.

I Say That I Can't Make Anything Up. I Think Of Myself As A Collage Artist. I'm Cutting And Pasting Memories Of My Life. And I Say, I Have To Live A Life In Order To Tell A Life. I Would Prefer To Tell It Because Telling You're Always In Control, You're Like God.

And Just As I Was Climbing Into That First-class Seat, And Wrapping Myself In A Blanket, Just As I Was Adjusting My Pillow Behind My Head, And Having A Sip Of That Champagne, And Just As I Was Bringing Down And Adjusting My Thai Purple Sleep Mask, I Had An Inkling. I Had A Flash. I Suddenly Thought I Knew What It Was That Had Killed Marilyn Monroe.