Oh we'll know each other forever, Bix says. The days of losing touch are almost gone.

Too clear, too clean. The problem was precision, perfection.

One area I have a huge amount of trouble in is writing about myself. I get a heavy, almost depressed feeling.

I can't tell if she's actually real, or if she's stopped caring if she's real or not. Or is not caring what makes a person real?

The world is full of shitheads, Rhea. Don’t listen to them—listen to me. And I know that Lou is one of those shitheads. But I listen.

[I]t may be that a crowd at a particular moment of history creates the object to justify its gathering.

The average person might articulate them differently, but we all think about interpersonal relationships in one way or another. Writers just express that in different ways and capture it in different ways. To some degree, we're all thinking about the same things. It's the zeitgeist. The trick, in a way, as a writer, is to hope that your interests in some sense link up with the culture around you.