Imagine how you’d feel if your whole life turned into a job you couldn’t stand.
The only person we'll hate more than each other is ourselves.
I'm sorry if this all seems a little rushed and desperate. It is.
When someone walks in and you say "a six-foot-tall man," you miss the opportunity to describe what a six-foot-tall man would look like to your narrator, because how the narrator describes a six-foot-tall man says more about the narrator than about the man.
If I can't be beautiful, I want to be invisible.
Las Vegas looks the way you'd imagine heaven must look at night.