I'm fascinated by the whole issue of arousal addiction, which seems to be mostly a problem for young men.

Even if I overcompensate, nobody will ever want me. Not Seth. Not my folks. You can’t kiss someone who has no lips. Oh, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. I’ll be anybody you want me to be

To see how boring you really are, write a book about soap and cults, and the profits you make will be your only means of subsistence.

This is why I loved the support groups so much, if people thought you were dying, they gave you their full attention. If this might be the last time they saw you, they really saw you. Everything else about their checkbook balance and radio songs and messy hair went out the window. You had their full attention. People listened instead of just waiting for their turn to speak. And when they spoke, they weren't just telling you a story. When the two of you talked, you were building something, and afterward you were both different than before.

You can’t fool people into loving you.

In a world where billions believe their deity conceived a mortal child with a virgin human, it's stunning how little imagination most people display.

the world is the cradle and your trap.