Everybody's still miserable in the same way they've always been miserable, and more and more of my friends - especially my male friends - find themselves taking anti-anxiety, psychotropic drugs. It seems like everybody I know is wondering if they're really who they are, or once the prescription runs out, will they become someone different?

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

That's why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. You can't control life, at least you can control your version.

Don't rush or force the ending. All you have to know is the next scene, or the next few scenes.

He was assaulting the world by assaulting himself.

Today is just one of those days the sun comes out to really humiliate you.

Skin, bones, blood and organs transplant from person to person. Even what’s inside you already, the colonies of microbes and bugs that eat your food for you, without them you’d die. Nothing of you is all-the-way yours. All of you is inherited. Whatever you’re thinking, a million other folks are thinking. Whatever you do, they’re doing, and none of you is responsible. All of you is a cooperative effort.