I guess writing is a kind of therapy in the sense that there are things you need to say and you say them, and better out than in.

But you're beautiful, and the beautiful should be given whatever they want." "Hey, what about the ugly ones?" "The ugly ones." She poked her tongue out. "It's their fault if their ugly. They're to be blamed, not pitied.

Why do people who are good at families have to be smug and assume it is the only way to live. … Why can’t they be blamed for being bad at promiscuity?

If you want something badly enough, you make arrangements. If you don't want it badly enough, you make excuses.

I've never had any desire to be good. I don't like goodness particularly.

My pleasures disappeared with my vices.

These days everyone was insisting on their identity, coming out as a man, woman, gay, black, Jew - brandishing whichever features they could claim, as if without a tag they wouldn’t be human.