Our purest form of joy comes when people we envy get hurt. That most genuine form of joy.

People didn't know who I was or why I was there, so they started inventing stories about me. I was a registered sex offender and I'd just been released from prison and was being forced to do community-service work. I was a murderer, an arsonist - all these horrific things had been projected on me because no one knew what to make of this white guy who showed up and made toast at 5 o'clock every morning.

It's just the biggest mistake I could think to make

She's so thin she's either dying or rich.

This is our world now, and those ancient people are dead.

Don’t ask me when be­cause I don’t re­mem­ber, but some­where along the way I keep for­get­ting to com­mit sui­cide.

You can spend your whole life building a wall of facts between you and anything real.