We get together with people because they're the same or because they're different, and in the end we split with them for exactly the same reasons.

my friends don't seem to be friends at all but people whose phone numbers I haven't lost.

There were about seventy-nine squillion people in the world, and if you were very lucky, you would end up being loved by fifteen or twenty of them.

What harm has he ever done to you?' 'You know what harm he's done me. He offended me with his terrible taste.

And it isn't that I'm so unhappy I don't want to live anymore. That's not what it feels like. It feels more like I'm tired and bored and the party's gone on too long and I want to go home. I feel flat and there doesn't seem to be anything to look forward to, so I'd rather call it a day.

We were little animals, which is not to imply that by the end of the week we were tearing our tank tops off; just that, metaphorically speaking, we had begun to sniff each other's bottoms, and we did not find the odor entirely repellent.

I guess I should have forgotten about it ages ago, but forgetting isn't something I'm very good at.