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

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.

Every generation wants to be the last. Every generation hates the next trend in music they can't understand. We hate to give up those reins of our culture. To find our own music playing in elevators. The ballad for our revolution, turned into background music for a television commercial. To find our generation's clothes and hair suddenly retro.

Recycling and speed limits are bullshit. They're like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed.

Maybe it's just a daughter's job to piss off her mother.

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

Language, she said, was just our way to explain away the wonder and glory of the world. To deconstruct. To dismiss. She said people can't deal with how beautiful the world really is. How it can't be explained and understood.