I want to explain everything to him, show him that it’s really not as screwed up as it all sounds, but then I remember that it is.

When I'm writing novels, even screenplays, it's never an actor I have in mind; it's always the version in my head of who the character is. Once somebody gets cast, I have to adjust a little bit to who they are.

I’m living in separate universes, and I have no idea where I actually belong.

We all start out so damn sure, thinking we've got the world on a string. If we ever stopped to think about the infinite number of ways we could be undone, we'd never leave our bedrooms.

It would be a terrible mistake to go through life thinking that people are the sum total of what you see.

At some point, being angry is just another bad habit, like smoking, and you keep poisoning yourself without thinking about it.

↑ top up position down The fact that I suspect I'm an asshole means I probably am not, because a real asshole doesn't think he's an asshole, does he? Therefore, by realizing that I'm an asshole, I am in fact negating that very realization, am I not? Descartes's Asshole Axiom: I think I am; therefor I'm not one.