I wondered if i would spend the rest of my life inventing complicated ways to depress myself.

We don't really believe in mowing the lawn; we do it only to avoid unnecessary engagement with the neighbors.

We come from long lines of people destined never to meet.

It was a small thing, but it was a thing, and things have a way of either dying or growing, and it wasn’t dying.

My ideal life is just lounging around the house and every once in a while I'll kind of write something, and then I'll leave and eat something and masturbate or whatever - just this very fluid life of comforting myself.

It would require constant vigilance to not replace each person with my own fictional version of them.

Do you have doubts about life? Are you unsure if it's worth the trouble? Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person's face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing. Stand up and face the east. Now praise the sky and praise the light within each person under the sky. It's okay to be unsure. But praise, praise, praise.