You know how you finish a bag of chips and you hate yourself? You know you’ve done nothing good for yourself. That’s the same feeling, and you know it is, after some digital binge. You feel wasted and hollow and diminished.

When there is pleasure, there is often abandon, and mistakes are made.

If you don't want anyone to know about your existence, you might as well kill yourself. You're taking up space, air.

We were fools and now we were driving to our deaths in a rental car. Janet Jackson was tinkling from the speakers, asking what we had done for her as of late

She felt some measure of relief knowing that in the very least, on the open road she would have some time to think.

Again the greatest use of a human was to be useful. Not to consume, not to watch, but to do something for someone else that improved their life, even for a few minutes.

When you adapt a book, you really have to cut it to the essence.