I was tired and crazy and rushed, and every time I boarded a plane, I wanted the plane to crash. I envied people dying of cancer. I hated my life. I was tired and bored with my job and my furniture, and I couldn’t see any way to change things. Only end them.

the world is the cradle and your trap.

They assume she was once gorgeously beautiful. Because now she looks so—bad.

The photographer in my head says: Give me peace. Flash. Give me release. Flash.

Without animals, there would be no humanity. In a world of just people, people will mean nothing . . .

Skinny guys fight till they're burger.

You have to keep recycling yourself.