If you're not spending every waking moment of your day radically rethinking the nature of the world-if you're not plotting every moment boiling the carcass of the old order-then you're wasting your day.

Starved for affection, terrified of abandonment, I began to wonder if sex was really just an excuse to look deeply into another human being's eyes.

Discussions of generations only go downhill. There's no point in having them.

Making eye contact with adults while dressed as a clown is risky.

Hasn't it been a long time since you had a flying dream?

Workshops and seminars are basically financial speed dating for clueless people.

I curled myself into a ball and cried quietly, doing that thing that only young people can do, namely, feeling sorry for myself. Once you're past thirty you lose that ability; instead of feeling sorry for yourself you turn bitter.