Don't worry. Worry is useless. I worried anyway

And since she drove to work every morning, I could only use the car on weekends. Well, weekends and the middle of the goddamned night.

Ya gotta live somewhere, but also you GET to live somewhere.

In the end, I had to call myself a faggot, which really annoyed me, because 1. I don't think that word should ever be used by anyone, let alone me, and 2. As it happens, I am not gay, and furthermore, 3. Chuck Parson made it out like calling yourself a faggot was the ultimate humiliation, even though there's nothing at all embarrassing about being gay.

Was it animal pee or human pee? Someone asked. How would I know? What, am I an expert in the study of pee?

We imagine people as animals or gods. -But she was just a person, a girl.

I have never really thought of him as a person, either.... A guy whose strings were broken, who didn’t feel the root of his leaves of grass connected to the field, a guy who was cracked. Like me.