"I think a lot of snowflakes are alike...and I think a lot of people are alike too."

"The seeds of love have taken hold and if we won't burn together, I'll burn alone."

"And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention"

"Greed is good. Sex is easy. Youth is forever."

"What else is there to do in college except drink beer or slit one's wrists?"

"I feel I'm moving toward as well as away from something, and anything is possible."

"I don't want to care. If I care about things, it'll just be worse, it'll just be another thing to worry about. It's less painful if I don't care."

"But... what about us? What about the past?" she asks blankly. "The past isn't real. it's just a dream," I say. "Don't mention the past."

"My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing"

"Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire - meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead."

"Why not? Give me one good reason why we shouldn't get married." Because trying to fuck you is like trying to french-kiss a very.... small and... lively gerbil? With braces?"

"You learn to move on without the people you love."

"No one will ever know anyone. We just have to deal with each other. You're not ever gonna know me."

"But this was what happened when you didn't want to visit and confront the past: the past starts visiting and confronting you."

"Life is like a typographical error: we're constantly writing and rewriting things over each other."

"Why was I holding on to something that would never be mine? But isn't that what people do?"

"Disintegration---I'm taking it in stride."

"When the going gets tough, the tough go drinking."

"We buy balloons, we let them go."

"And it struck me then, that I liked Sean because he looked, well, slutty. A boy who had been around. A boy who couldn't remember if he was Catholic or not."

"Look how black the sky is, the writer said. I made it that way."

"I laugh maniacally, then take a deep breath and touch my chest- expecting a heart to be thumping quickly, impatiently, but there's nothing there, not even a beat."

"Disappear Here. The syringe fills with blood. You're a beautiful boy and that's all that matters. Wonder if he's for sale. People are afraid to merge. To merge."

"There’s no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I’ve started drinking my own urine."