There is no hatred in my love for you. Only a sadness I feel all the more strongly for my inability to explain or describe it.

If your fidelity to perfectionism is too high, you never do anything.

Good writing isn’t a science. It’s an art, and the horizon is infinite. You can always get better.

The great thing about irony is that it splits things apart, gets up above them so we can see the flaws and hypocrisies and duplicates.

I like the fans’ sound at night. Do you? It’s like somebody big far away goes like: it’sOKit’sOKit’sOKit’sOK, over and over. From very far away.

My chest bumps like a dryer with shoes in it.

Everything in my own immediate experience supports my deep belief that I am the absolute center of the universe, the realest, most vivid and important person in existence.