Part of her doing suicide intervention is my caseworker has to mix me another gin and tonic.

You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away.

The truth is, wherever you choose to be, it's the wrong place.

I need to rebel against myself. It's the opposite of following your bliss. I need to do what I most fear.

For thousands of years, human beings had screwed up and trashed and crapped on this planet, and now history expected me to clean up after everyone. I have to wash out and flatten my soup cans. And account for every drop of used motor oil. And I have to foot the bill for nuclear waste and buried gasoline tanks and landfilled toxic sludge dumped a generation before I was born.

Let me be the ring leader in your guilt gang-bang.

If you ask me, most people have children just as their own enthusiasm about life begins to wane.