The first time we meet another person an insidious little voice in our heads says, "I might wear eyeglasses or be chunky around the hips or a girl, but at least I'm not Gay or Black or a Jew." Meaning: I may be me- but at least I have the good sense not to be YOU.

The more things you own, the more they own you.

You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

Because after you've crossed some lines, you just keep crossing them. And there's no escaping from constant escape. Distracting ourselves. Avoiding confrontation. Getting past the moment. Jacking off. Television. Denial.

There's a terrible dark joy when the only person who knows all your secrets is finally dead.

Our generation has had no Great Depression, no Great War. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.

Tell the world what scares you most. Save the world with some advice from the future.