We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.
You’re always haunted by the idea you’re wasting your life.
You have endless ways you can commit suicide without dying dying.
What you don’t understand you can make mean anything.[repeated often in the rest of the book]
There is nothing special in the world. Nothing magic. Just physics.
The truth is, wherever you choose to be, it’s the wrong place.
Maybe it’s just a daughter’s job to piss off her mother.
Just for the record, the weather today is partly suspicious with chances of betrayal.
Just for the record, the weather today is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bulls***.
Just for the record, the weather today is bitter with occasional fits of jealous rage.