Since we do operate in a binary world, if there’s something that cannot be this or that, it drives us crazy.
Waiters will always pee in soup, people will always fall in love.
If it is the case that love does survive death, then you may consider this to be a happy ending. Boy meets girl. Boy gets girl. Happily ever after or not.
There’s worse that people can steal from you than money.
A baby is such a blank slate, like training the understudy for a role you’re planning to leave. You truly hope your replacement will do the play justice, but in secret you want future critics to say you played the character better.
How you’re still always trapped. How your head is the cave, your eyes the cave mouth. How you live inside your head and only see what you want. How you only watch the shadows and make up your own meaning.
The truth is, wherever you choose to be, it’s the wrong place.
Getting fired,’ Tyler says, ’is the best thing that could happen to any of us. That way, we’d quit treading water and do something with our lives.
In good old Colonial Dunsboro, masochism is a valuable job skill. It is in most jobs.
History is nothing except monsters or victims. Or witnesses.
When I see people talking on the internet about me or my work it’s almost always more a description of themselves and so I never really think of myself as anything more than just who I always was.
You have to keep recycling yourself.
People will listen to you only when they know you’re dying, otherwise they’re just waiting for their turn to talk.
You turn up your music to hide the noise. Other people turn up their music to hide yours. You turn up yours again. Everyone buy s a bigger stereo system. This is the arms race of sound. You don’t win with a lot of treble.
Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn’t bother to torture you if she didn’t.
You have endless ways you can commit suicide without dying.
For this moment, nothing matters. Look up into the stars and you’re gone.
Stanislavski was right, you can find fresh pain every time you discover what you pretty much already know.
I want to have your abortion.
Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash.