And it struck me then, that I liked Sean because he looked, well, slutty. A boy who had been around. A boy who couldn't remember if he was Catholic or not.

No one is drawn to writing about being happy or feelings of joy.

I wasn't acting on passion. I was simply acting.

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

I want to take you away from this," I say, motioning around the kitchen, spastic. "From sushi and elves and... STUFF.

With "Taipei" Tao Lin becomes the most interesting prose stylist of his generation...

I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say "I love you I love you I love you" while stripping. I want you so bad it stings.