Why would I care what other people are thinking? I don't care what an audience thinks of me.

By the time you finish reading this sentence, a Boeing jetliner will take off or land somewhere in the world.

Disintegration---I'm taking it in stride.

I had no idea that 'Less Than Zero' was going to be read by anyone outside of Los Angeles, and it's - believe me, as the writer of the book I'm somewhat amused and intrigued by the idea that 25 years later it's still out and people are still reading it.

I do not feel I have a legacy to protect.

The snowy owl has eyes that look just like mine, especially when it widens them. And while I stand there, staring at it, lowering my sunglasses, something unspoken passes between me and the bird - there's this weird kind of tension, a bizarre pressure, that fuels the following, which starts, happens, ends, very quickly.

No one will ever know anyone. We just have to deal with each other. You're not ever gonna know me.