The only boring people I know are bored people.

Oh my God, baby, you are in so much trouble.

You have now reached infatuation’s final destination—the complete and merciless devaluation of self.

I am the planet's most affectionate life-form, something like the cross between a golden retriever and a barnacle.

But when it comes to writing the thing that I've sort of been thinking about lately, is why? You know, is it rational? Is it logical that anybody should be expected to be afraid of the work that they feel they were put on this Earth to do.

This is intimacy: the trading of stories in the dark.

Addiction is the hallmark of every infatuation-based love story.