Something was comforting about strangers—it seemed like they would exist forever as the same, unknowable mass.

i want to pull very long, multi-colored strings out of my brain and place them next to a bowl of doritos at a party

Being sick feels like you're wearing someone else's glasses.

Feel completely unable to do anything. Try to picture your life in five years. It really seems like you will be dead.

I could never be a sports writer, unless my assignment was to write 'sports sports sports sports sports' for three pages.

If someone asks me where I bought something I’m wearing, I will usually say I don’t remember.

I can't believe food costs money.

i want to go to the gymand pretend the weight machines are drumsand play the longest drum solo on them

i had a dream that there were these huge indoor swimming pools called 'lobbies' that poor people used to do mass amounts of laundry

shrimp and green peppers are shriveling in my refrigerator

i wish i had 15-20 cats that would serve as a blanket, like if i moved they would adjust to my new position, that would be good

Fire is fire, " Matthew said. "It burns.

For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.

I guessed life was like that. You gained and you lost, and if you saved anything from the ruins, even if only a shred of self-respect, it was enough to take you through the next bit.

I'm sorry to myself, for treating me worse than I would anybody else.

A lot of people never use their initiative because no-one told them to.

The cup of Ireland's misery has been overflowing for centuries and is not yet half full.

What I Suddenly Understand My job is to make people uncomfortable. + I will do it all my life. ---> My mother, Sasha Blake, is my first victim.

I think in the future I will end up doing a gospel album.

We're not policy people and we don't want to be policy people. All we're interested in, as social scientists, is data that accurately represents reality.

I've seen the smiling of Fortune beguiling, I've felt all its favours and found its decay; Sweet was its blessing, kind its caressing, But now it is fled, fled far, far away.