What's that?" "The laundry basket?" "No, next to it." "I don't see anything next to it." "It's my last shred of dignity. It's very small.

Maybe life is not about accomplishing some bullshit markers.

Whatever. Great day. Today. Best day of my life.

When you leave a place, it's best to leave.

I've never known before what it feels like to want someone - not to want to hook up with them or whatever, but to want them, to want them. And now I do. So maybe I do believe in epiphanies.

Peeing is like a good book in that it is very, very hard to stop once you start.

Her primary reason for living and my primary reason for living were awfully entangled.