People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messed cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.

I wanted to destroy everything beautiful I'd never have.

This is your life and its ending one moment at a time.

I'm really glad that I spent my twenties messing around and having disaster after disaster - with people who were doing likewise - because it's really my greatest treasure now.

Because nothing is as good as you can imagine it. No one is as beautiful as she is in your head. Nothing is as exciting as your fantasy.

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

After long enough, everyone in the world will be you enemy.