It is important to have questionable friends you can trust unconditionally.
I honestly believe that people of my generation despise authenticity, mostly because they’re all so envious of it.
If I knew I was going to die at a specific moment in the future, it would be nice to be able to control what song I was listening to; this is why I always bring my iPod on airplanes.
If rain is God crying, I think God is drunk and his girlfriend just slept with Zeus.
We would sit in the living room, drink a case of Busch beer, and throw the empty cans into the kitchen for no reason whatsoever, beyond the fact that it was the most overtly irresponsible way for any two people to live.
Sometimes I think children are the worst people alive. And even if they’re not- even if some smiling toddler is as pure as Evian- it’s only a matter of time.
Even though I wanted to experience all these things I was interested in, I couldn’t get them. So I had to think critically and culturally about what was available.
Internet porn makes everything more reasonable – once you’ve realized there is a massive subculture of upwardly mobile people who think it’s erotic to see an Asian woman giving a hand job to a javelina, nothing else in the world seems crazy.
In and of itself, nothing really matters. What matters is that nothing is ever in and of itself.
Saying you like “Piano Man” doesn’t mean you like Billy Joel; it means you’re willing to go to a piano bar if there’s nothing else to do.
To me, every interview, even if you love the artist, needs to be somewhat adversarial. Which doesn’t mean you need to attack the person, but you do need to look at it like you’re trying to get information that has not been written about before.
Being interesting has been replaced by being identifiable.
Outcasts may grow up to be novelists and filmmakers and computer tycoons, but they will never be the athletic ruling class.
We argued about how hard it would be to ride a bear, assuming said bear was muzzled.
Mostly, we argued about who which of us was better at arguing, and particularly about who had won the previous argument.
The message of “The Winner Takes It All” is straightforward: It argues that the concept of relationships ending on mutual terms is an emotional fallacy. One person is inevitably okay and the other is inevitably devastated.
The only people who think the Internet is a calamity are people whose lives have been hurt by it; the only people who insist the Internet is wonderful are those who need it to give their life meaning.
Every time I learn the truth about something, I’m disappointed.
If you stare long enough at anything, you will start to find similarities. The word “coincidence” exists in order to stop people from seeing meaning where none exists.
The strength of your memory dictates the size of your reality.