The not knowing would not keep me from caring.

Teenagers are extremely funny, and extremely clever and intellectually curious. But they're also willing to ask questions about the meaning of life without disguising them around irony, and ask questions about what are our responsibilities to other people without having to couch it in irony.

I kept waiting for that loneliness and nervousness to make me want to go back. But it never did.

I'm just reveling in the glory of not having to hear the neediness and impotence of my own voice.

I hated sports. I hated sports, and I hated people who played them, and I hated people who watched them, and I hated people who didn't hate people who watched or played them.

We're going to get gored to death by a feral fugging hog and your best strategy is to pretend it's a grizzly bear?

Okay is BURSTING with sensuality