No matter what happens, it’s always now.

I'm not really into comfort books. There are too many of those as it is. Just sort of narcotic books, like my grandmother used to read. They have value like Paxil has value, but there's plenty of them in the world already. There's a shortage of confronting, stimulating, exciting books.

My life has been about living like a monk and looking like a priest so that people will come up to me and tell me their most appalling stories. They have to make their confession to somebody, and it might as well be me.

Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them. This only looks like love.

How I feel is cheap and used, dirty and humiliated. Dirty and tricked and thrown away.

I hate how I don't feel real enough unless people are watching.

The same as real life, there is no happily ever after.