Character is fate.

I hate handing over money to people for doing what I could just as easily do myself, it makes me nervous.

I liked looking on at other people in crucial situations. If there was a road accident or a street fight or a baby pickled in a laboratory jar for me to look at, I'd stop and look so hard I never forgot it.

I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.

There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly that you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears.

And I identify too closely with my reading, with my writing.

There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.