Why was I holding on to something that would never be mine? But isn't that what people do?

I've never written an autobiographical novel in my life. I've never touched upon my life. I've never written a single scene that I can say took place.

Life is like a typographical error: we're constantly writing and rewriting things over each other.

What else is there to do in college except drink beer or slit one's wrists?

Unless you're the director on the movie, or putting up the money for the movie, you really don't have a lot of control.

But this was what happened when you didn't want to visit and confront the past: the past starts visiting and confronting you.

He was simply someone who floated through our lives and didn't seem to care how flatly he perceived everyone or that he'd shared our secret failures with the world, showcasing the youthful indifference, the gleaming nihilism, glamorizing the horror of it all.