When we're young, we like happy endings. When we're a little older, we think happy endings are unrealistic and so we prefer bad but credible endings. When we're older still, we realize happy endings aren't so bad after all.

And she finds it difficult to believe—that a person would love her even when she isn't trying. Trying to figure out what other people need, trying to be worthy.

I knew what love was supposed to be: obsession with undertones of nausea.

It was like being in an elevator cut loose at the top. Falling, falling, and not knowing when you will hit.

A lot of the stuff Kafka said he thought was hilariously funny.

The proper study of Mankind is Everything.

I don't think it's a question of whether you eat meat. It's a question of what kind of meat, and where it comes from.