Some drink deeply from the river of knowledge. Others only gargle.

The roe is reputed to sleep for a thousand years and then suddenly rise in flames, particularly if it was smoking when it dozed off.

The only thing standing between me and greatness is me.

I see the glass half full...but of poison.

See, I never gain an ounce, because, you know, my anxiety acts like aerobics.

Pale, nervous girls with black-rimmed glasses and blunt-cut hair lolled around on sofas, riffling Penguin Classics provocatively. [...] But it wasn’t just intellectual experiences—they were peddling emotional ones, too. For fifty bucks, I learned, you could “relate without getting close.” For a hundred, a girl would lend you her Bartok records, have dinner, and then let you watch while she had an anxiety attack.

I want to tell you a terrific story about oral contraception. I asked this girl to sleep with me and she said 'No.