My first time I jacked off, I thought I'd invented it. I looked down at my sloppy handful of junk and thought, This is going to make me rich.

Regret, Daisy knew, was the only confirmation of a well-lived life. If you didn't occasionally go too far, you weren't going anywhere.

History is filled with brilliant people who wanted to fix things and just made them worse.

When you reach the end of your life - trust me, you won't look back and savor the moments you spent alone.

My point is, that if I'm honest, my life is all about me.

When did the future switch from being a promise to a threat?

We're all of us haunted and haunting.