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

People have to deal with their issues together; they have to expose themselves and kind of exhaust themselves.

Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.

Don't do what you want. Do what you don't want. Do what you're trained not to want. Do the things that scare you the most.

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.

I told him to buy land, my mum says, they’re not making it anymore.

For sure, even the worst blow job is better than, say, sniffing the best rose ... watching the greatest sunset. Hearing children laugh.