A man can take only so much. Even a phony man like me.

Since I am not actually a real human being, my emotional responses are generally limited to what I have learned to fake.

I am unlovable...I have tried to involve myself in other people, in relationships, and even - in my sillier moments - in love. But it doesn't work. Something in me is broken or missing and sooner or later the other person catches me Acting or one of Those Nights comes along.

Money to me had always been merely something the sheep used to show each other how wonderful they were.

As I've said, freedom is really an illusion. Anytime we think we have a real choice, it just means we haven't seen the shotgun aimed at our navel.

I often find myself in situations where it seems to me like everyone else has read the instruction book

It was almost enough to make me feel emotion.