Now when I have to remember a date, all I have to do is consult my rap sheet.

Most people, I've noticed, are instinctively harsh to strangers. They expect every approach to be an attack, every question to be an interruption.

All this hoping for something- or someone- that's maybe hopeless. I'm having a hard time processing what I am supposed to believe, or if I'm even supposed to. There is too much information, and I don't like a lot of it.

I’ve found that people tend to trust other people who dress like them.

I have already spent roughly five thousand hours asleep next to you. This has to mean something.

... I love books about freaks," because I am one. You might be, too. Let's be freaks together?

Sometimes memory tricks you. Sometimes beauty is best when it's distant.