Imagine how you’d feel if your whole life turned into a job you couldn’t stand.

With my eyes closed, I ask if she knows how this will all turn out. "Long-term or short-term?" she asks. Both. "Long-term," she says, "we're all going to die. Then our bodies will rot. No surprise there. Short-term, we're going to live happily ever after." Really? "Really," she says. "So don't sweat it.

I learned all those jokes in second grade. Second grade is really where they tell you those horrific jokes, racist jokes and misogynistic jokes that you have no idea what they mean, and you just memorize them because they have a very strong effect, they make people laugh in this kind of nervous, horrible way, and it's only later that you realize that you've got a head full of crap.

People used what they called a telephone because they hated being close together and they were scared of being alone.

I used rebellion as a way to hide out. We use criticism as a fake participation.

Your past is just a story. And once you realize this it has no power over you.

You can say anything if enough people will listen.