I used to binge-eat and make myself throw up. I was a fat kid. Obviously I didn't quite master the bulimia.

The only Revolution that can really change the world is the one in your own consciousness, and mine has already begun.

I missed him, of course, but sometimes close friendships have a tidal beat that pulls you towards different shores though the ocean that connects you remains.

For me happiness occurs arbitrarily: a moment of eye contact on a bus, where all at once you fall in love; or a frozen second in a park where it's enough that there are trees in the world.

When you bump into your own mom at an orgy, it's hard not to get her to read into certain things.

I am too busy thinking about killing myself.

People don't realize that the future is just now, but later.