The best anti-depressant pill for me would be one the size of a house so you could drop it on me and put me out of my misery.

The strange anthropological lesson of social media is that human beings, if given a choice, often prefer to socialise alone.

To apologize for your personal absolutes, for what Sandy Pinter calls your “Core Attachments,” means apologizing for your very existence.

A writer turns his life into material, and if you’re in his life, he uses yours, too.

Memo to extreme partisans: If you can't bring yourselves to love your enemies, can you at least learn to hate your friends?

We're all impostors to ourselves. By that I mean that we know instinctively, intimately, the difference between whom we are inside and who we appear to be to others. Most of the time - when we aren't flat lying about something or playing a particularly stylized role in some heightened dramatic situation - this difference between the internal and the external is modest and manageable.

realized that at a level I'd never been conscious we'd been engaged in a game of wits for years. I suppose most writer-subject pairings are like that. Of course, I'd set aside my plan to write about him [Clark Rockfeller] as soon as I'd gotten to know him some, but now I'd resumed that intention.