Hysteria is impossible without an audience. Panicking by yourself is the same as laughing alone in an empty room. You feel really silly.

And if I do fall asleep, Marla has to keep track of Tyler. Where he goes. What he does. So maybe during the day, I can rush around and undo the damage.

Art never comes from happiness.

Just let yourself be broken and humiliated. Just your whole life, keep telling people, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Hope is something really tough and tenacious you have to give up. It’s an addiction to break.

How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?

It seems that so much writing is being done in the nineteenth-century model, where every connection has to be thoroughly explained.