"By the time you finish reading this sentence, a Boeing jetliner will take off or land somewhere in the world."

"The numbing lists of things you were supposed to have as an American to make you happy, which ultimately, of course, don't. Those aren't the things that make you happy."

"I'm on the verge of tears by the time we arrive at Pastels since I'm positive we won't get seated but the table is good, and relief that is almost tidal in scope washes over me in an awesome wave."

"When you love a book it loves you back."

"How is your father?” she asks disinterestedly. “A contrivance,” I mutter. “A plot device."

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

"What? Did we end up hating each other? Did we end up the way we thought we always knew would? Did I end up wearing khakis because of that fucking ad?"

"From those of us who are left behind: you will be remembered, you were the one I needed, I loved you in my dreams."

"Women aren't very bright," Rip says. "Studies have been done."

"I am gripped by an existential panic."

"Fear never shows up and the party ends early."

"You do not write a novel for praise, or thinking of your audience. You write for yourself; you work out between you and your pen the things that intrigue you"

"I'd get confused and write down things just to write them down and I came to this realization that I didn't do enough things to keep a datebook."

"Why do I sense hostility on your part, Patrick?” she asks softly, then sips her wine. “Maybe because I’m hostile,” I spit out. “Maybe because you sense this."

"I needed something--the distraction of another life--to alleviate fear."

"I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say "I love you I love you I love you" while stripping. I want you so bad it stings."

"I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say "I love you I love you I love you" while stripping. I want you so bad it stings."

"If all of your friends are morons is it a felony, a misdemeanor or an act of God if you blow their fucking heads off with a thirty-eight magnum?"

"My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone."

"I want to take you away from this," I say, motioning around the kitchen, spastic. "From sushi and elves and... STUFF."

"Open the hood of a car and it will tell you something about the people who designed it, is just one of many phrases I’m tortured by."

"I'm resourceful," Price is saying. "I'm creative, I'm young, unscrupulous, highly motivate, highly skilled. In essence what I'm saying is that society cannot afford to lose me. I'm an asset"

"People can get accustomed to anything, right? Habit does things to people."

"Baby, when you were young and your heart was an open book, you used to say live and let live. You know you did, you know you did, you know you did."