I went to the bedroom and lay on the floor, so as not to mess up the covers.

I can guarantee you nothing I do is a conscious attempt to inject something in.

You always feel like you are the only one in the world, like everyone else is crazy for each other, but it's not true. Generally, people don't like each other very much. And that goes for friends, too.

I've always been terrified of getting used to something that is actually killing me-a relationship or a job. But in those cases, you can count on a friend to say something. The Internet is different, because all my friends are in the same relationship.

Most of life is offline, and I think it always will be; eating and aching and sleeping and loving happen in the body. But it's not impossible to imagine losing my appetite for those things; they aren't always easy, and they take so much time. In twenty years I'd be interviewing air and water and heat just to remember they mattered.

Maybe that's why people take pictures of themselves, to avoid being described.

All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life—where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside of it.