I ma trying to feel more well adjusted than I really am, which is, I guess, the human condition.

A few years ago it dawned on me that everybody past a certain age - regardless of how they look on the outside - pretty much constantly dreams of being able to escape from their lives.

What's a bar bill but a surtax on reality?

There are three things we cry for in life: things that are lost, things that are found, and things that are magnificent.

Most of us have only two or three genuinely interesting moments in our lives; the rest is filler.

The capacity for not feeling lonely can carry a very real price, that of feeling nothing at all.

I thought it would be such a sick joke to have to remain to be alive for decades and not believe in or feel anything.