I think that's the thing that memoir can do more than anything it does; it testifies and bears witness to the existence of people whose lives, pleasures and virtues would never have been testified to without my having done it. That makes me really glad.

Only sometimes you can't feel anything about a subject without hypothesizing its extinction.

I'm intrigued by how ordinary behavior exists so close beside its opposite.

You can't always go to the well and have things be funny.

Tweet, tweet, you're alive, you ignorant asshole.

The ways in which things are superficially similar but also distinct is interesting to me.

At the exact moment any decision seems to be being made, it's usually long after the real decision was actually made--like light we see emitted from stars.