That was his mother. When she wasn't crying over the breakfast cereal, she was laughing about killing herself.

Unhappiness really meant something back then. Now it's just a drag, like a cold or having no money.

Definitely avoid going out with ugly girls who say they want to be models. Not because they're ugly, but because they're mad".

What good were real feelings anyway?

The plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone; you don't need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone.

We have one of those conversations where every thing clicks, meshes, corresponds, locks, where even our pauses, even our punctuation marks, seem to be nodding in agreement.

I would like my personal reading map to resemble a map of the British Empire circa 1900.