You all like to think that you’re different, something special. It turns out, you’re all the f***ing same. Disappointing.[to Brady]
When you love people, you grow branches or limbs, and they are outside of your jurisdiction.
We’ve all changed. I’ll never be the same because of what he did. He’ll never be the same because of what he did and because of what was done to him. But in my core, I’m the same as I always was, and so is he.[about Brady]
We’re all a bit mad. It’s what makes us human.[to Holly]
Upon my death, I want my brain sent to Boston University. I promised mother I’d go to college.
Underneath their skin and bones, some people, rare people, thank God, just have black holes. They’re born that way, but there’s no getting at it. No changing its mind. The black hole rules until the host is dead.[about people like Brady]
They only put ordinary failures on TV nowadays. It makes the ads look better.
They died, because I lived. Not many people can say they had that kind of impact on the world.
The hardest thing about parenting is knowing when not to.
The collective, atavistic, evolutionary ambition of humanity is, and always has been, immortality.
People reveal their true colors under duress.
People are people. You can never figure them.
