In retrospect, crappy chemicals in my brain were working overtime, driving me to destroy myself, like that thing that makes lemmings throw them¬selves over a cliff.

It's either perfect, or it's the worst thing ever made and everyone is an artistic failure, including myself. (Yay, emotional extremes!)

Denial is strong with this one.

I couldn’t trust my own mind anymore, which wasthe scariest thing I’ve ever experienced.

FYI, it isn’t how I suspected. If you eat enough Cheetos you will NOT actually poop an extra-large Cheeto.

...make sure if you're working hard at something it's in a subject you actually want to remember something about ten years later.

I've always felt like a failure inside if I'm not already a success, if that makes any sense.

...it always felt good to have that moment of resolve, like saying, "I'm gonna learn French!" It doesn't matter if you do it or not, deciding is the high, right?

I'd found my niche: cat-owning, stalker-y secretary. And I played the same part again and again and again.

But it's the science of the stars!""She thinks it's Satanic. You gave her daughter a pentagram.""It's a natal chart, duh. You can't let ignorance trump science here, Miss Mary!

...CompuServe, and it was not sophisticated, guys. It was the cave painting equivalent to Tumblr.

It doesn't matter where I go, I don't want to be there. And then I get to the next place, and I don't want to be there either.

For a case study in personal branding. Google “Jarod Kintz.” He’s kind of a big deal.

... tree has had a stroke, and its top dies. A redwood can deal with a stroke. It simply grows a new top in a few centuries.

When we pray we link ourselves with an inexhaustible motive power.

First you find a little thread, a little thread leads you to a string, and the string leads you to a rope. And from the rope you hang by the neck.

How can you have this reference point, this stability, that is required to maintain the continuity of selves day after day?

A man of over thirty might be held to be at the height of his powers, but not necessarily of his wisdom.

They let dangerous men out of prison now, yes sir, I'm afraid it's so. Cause they're over crowded and it was only his fifth offense.

A novel which persuades us of its truth is true however full of lies it may be

To me, only that which makes me wise is worth knowing.