And the stories we tell ourselves are not the only stories.

You don’t look like anyone special at all, ” I tell him. And I curse him. And I start a club to hate him. And I make a magic spell to get rid of him.

The thing I've learned is that thinking is not writing.

I want to go back to the tell-me-again times when I slept in her bed and we were everything together. When I was everything to her. Everything she needed.

I belong here, I tell Toy. I'm hungry for every city block. Every brick building. Every crowded intersection. Electric. I feel brand new.

May you live as long as you wish and love as long as you live.

To find beauty, look above the boundaries of conformity.

She'd taken his heart and his virginity and left him more bitter than sweet.

If you want to be happy, be wary of focusing on past events and do your best to live in the present.

Change happened and you thought it was forever, and immediately there were all the enemies of that change making common cause and meeting in the cloakrooms.

Just for being a religion at all you're as complicit as the rest in the retardation of the human intellectual progress.

I have such a huge girl crush on Beyonce.

You get steely nerves playing poker.

Let it all out. If only I could. Letting it all out would involve me exploding like a firework, a beautiful riot of rainbow sparks bouncing around the car and lighting up the entire lot.

Time is money, every moment is costly, So I ration emotion, 'cause existence exhausts me.