I'm always identifying some fallacy in my own life. I'm sort of making fun of myself by exploring and unpacking just why I'm sort of automatically thrown to be a certain way.

If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?

I went to sexaholics anonymous for six months. For research. I wanted to see the structure of the groups, how they were conducted, and what the atmosphere was like, and also to be able to describe the people as human beings, rather than as the dirty jokes that they are in our culture.

and i can't stand the idea of being alone. i can't bear the thought of being free.

Ever since college, I make friends. They get married. I lose friends.

Because tanning and steroids are only a problem if you plan to live a long time.

Believe in me and die forever.