I shot through my twenties like a luminous thread through a dark needle, blazing toward my destination: Nowhere.
There are two things that I know for certain guys are good for: pushing swings and killing insects.
Drugs made me feel more normal.
What doesn’t kill men makes them stronger. What doesn’t kill women makes men breakfast.
I did masses of opiates religiously.
Mistakes are a drag, because you get in the area of regret and self-pity.
I feel so agitated all the time, like a hamster in search of a wheel.
I was into pain reduction and mind expansion, but what I’ve ended up with is pain expansion and mind reduction.
Running for office is the least aerobic of the socially interactive sports...
The only thing worse than being hurt is everyone knowing that you’re hurt.
I was born imagining myself with an apron on, with pies cooling on the window sill and babies crying upstairs. I thought that all that stuff would somehow anchor me to the planet, that it was the weight I needed to keep from just flying off into space.
I still give my friends relationship advice, of course, and I’m not bad at it. ‘Anyone’s crisis but mine’ is my motto.
I rarely think about my childhood. It’s a slippery thing I can’t keep hold of for long – it slithers out of my grasp. And a lot of the time I remember what was missing instead of what was there. I am a chronicler of absence.
Revenge may not be a particularly high consciousness-oriented activity.
I Googled myself without lubricant. I don’t recommend it.
I don’t want to be a victim.
I do believe you’re only as sick as your secrets.
I envy people who have the capacity to sit with another human being and find them endlessly interesting, I would rather watch TV. Of course this becomes eventually known to the other person.
People see me and they squeal like tropical birds or seals stranded on the beach.
I am a very discreet human when it comes to other people.