Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia.

I told him to buy land, my mum says, they’re not making it anymore.

Only through destroying myself can I discover the greater power of my spirit.

It's all mirror, mirror on the wall because beauty is power the same way money is power the same way a gun is power.

Everyone thinks their whole life should be at least as much fun as masturbation.

this is the upside of already being eternally damned

Personal identity seems like it's just such an American archetype, from Holly Golightly re-inventing herself in 'Breakfast At Tiffany's' to Jay Gatsby in 'The Great Gatsby.' It seems like the sort of archetypal American issue. If you're given the freedom to be anything, or be anyone, what do you do with it?