Family is a transitive property.

Everyone is a criminal! We are beset on all sides by antirevolutionary forces. Naturally, then, humans fall into three categories: the criminal, the not-yet-criminal, and the not-yet-caught.

I burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.

That’s what happens to friends, eventually. They leave you. It’s practically what they’re for.

Someone ought to write a novel about me.

I wouldn't even consider it if I were you. But then if I were you, I would not be me, and if I were not me, I would not be able to advise you, and if I were unable to advise you, you'd do as you like, so you might as well do as you like and have done with it.

…everything has a narrative, really, and if you can’t understand a story and relate to it, figure out how you fit inside it, you’re not really alive at all.