I never felt the urge to jump off a bridge, but there are times I have wanted to jump out of my life, out of my skin.

It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it's lonely, because you feel you can't talk about it. You feel it's something between you and the body. You feel it's a battle you will never win . . . and yet you fight it day after day, and it wears you down. Even if you try to ignore it, the energy it takes to ignore it will exhaust you.

I guess I don't believe these things can ever be easy, although I also don't see why they have to be hard.

The secret to living long is to have something to live for.

It's only a game if there is an absence of meaning. And we've already gone too far for that.

I was sixteen and equipped with the appropriate genitalia, so I cleared that hurdle nicely.

And I find myself saying, “It wasn’t really about her.” And finding it’s true. What do you mean?” Norah asks. It was about the feeling, you know? She caused it in me, but it wasn’t about her. It was about my reaction, what I wanted to feel and then convinced myself that I felt, because I wanted it that bad. That illusion. It was love because I created it as love.