"After a while you learn that everything stops."

"People are afraid to merge."

"But I don't want to wear a condom because I don't feel anything," and she says calmly... glaring at me,"If you don't use one you're not going to feel anything anyway."

"I like the idea of a writer being haunted by his own creation, especially if the writer resents the way the character defines him."

"How could she ever understand that there isn't any way could be disappointed since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to?"

"This is true: the world is better off with some people gone. Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is crock. Some people truly do not need to be here."

"...if you're alone nothing bad can happen to you."

"And as the elevator descents, passing the second floor, and the first floor, going even father down, I realize that the money doesn't matter. That all that does is that I want to see the worst"

"Who is this girl? Why is she alive? Wonder if I should leave right now. Get up and say, 'Goodnight fuck-ups, it's been a sheer sensation and I hope I never see any of you again,' and leave?"

"I've been accused of being very vain about my apathy."

"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."

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

"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"

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

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

"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?"

"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."

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

"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'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."

"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"

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

"I am gripped by an existential panic."

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

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

"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?"

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

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

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

"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."

"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."

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

"Do you wear a diaphragm everywhere you go?' I want to scream, but stop myself because the idea really excites me."

"There is no time for the innocent."

"A vast and abandoned world laid out in anonymous grids and quadrants, a view that confirmed you were much more alone than you thought you were, a view that inspired the flickering thoughts of suicide."

"And," Price adds, smiling, "if another round of Bellinis comes within a twenty-foot radius of our table we are going to set the maitre d' on fire. So you know, warn him."

"Nothing. Nothing makes me happy. I like nothing," I tell her."

"Everything suddenly seems displaced, subtle gradations erase borders, but it’s more forceful than that."

"I'm thinking about the beautiful boy on the treadmill wearing the I STILL HAVE A DREAM T-shirt and realize that it might not have been ironic."

"If you can’t make a girl come why even bother? That always seemed to me to be like writing questions in a letter."

"What's the difference between a J.A.P and spaghetti? Spaghetti moves when you eat it."

"I could stay living in this city if they just installed Blaupunkts in the cabs."

"Her need is so immense that you become surrounded by it; this need is so enormous that you realize you can actually control it, and I know this because I've done it before."

"You're a beautiful boy, Clay, but that's about it."

"This isn't a script," Julian says. "It's not going to add up. Not everything's going to come together in the third act."

"You should never mistake affection for … passion,” I warn her. “It can be … not good. It can … get you into, well, trouble."

"Scientists peered into data and concluded that we should all be worried. -Lunar planet"

"You can't get dyslexia from pussy."