you're a product just as much. a product of a product. the people who design cars, they're products, your teachers, products. the minister in your church, another product.

You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

Every stage of life has its own form of power, and we're always sort of terrified as to whether we can make the jump to the next form of power.

When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them. Picking out all the little details you'd never stare long enough to get if they'd even just return your gaze, this, this is your revenge.

If you look at old pictures, Irene Casey is so pretty. Not just young, but pretty the way you look when your face goes smooth, the skin around your eyes and lips relaxed, the pretty you only look when you love the person taking the picture.

Daytime television, you can tell who’s watching by the three kinds of commercials. Either it’s clinics for drying out drunks. Or it’s law firms who want to settle injury suits. Or it’s schools offering mail-order vocational degrees to make you a bookkeeper. A private detective. Or a locksmith. If you’re watching daytime television, this is your new demographic. You’re a drunk. Or a cripple. Or an idiot.

The weather today is partly angry, leading to resignation and ultimatums.