…I wondered if it was blasphemous to tell God that rainbows are kitsch.
Sometimes not talking is effortless, and other times it’s more exhausting than lifting pianos.
Regrets came up and asked me if I’d like to own them. Declined them for the most part but took a few just so I wouldn’t leave this relationship empty handed.
… she gave me a look that deftly combined tenderness with revulsion. To this day the memory of that look still visits me like a Jehovah’s Witness: uninvited and tireless.
The moment seemed endless, but it was probably only half that.
Sometimes they [people] throw off their freedom so quickly, you’d think it was burning them.
After all, memory may be the only thing on earth we can truly manipulate to serve us, so we don’t have to look back at ourselves in the receding past and think, What an arsehole!
When we finished the kiss she said laughing, I can taste your loneliness – it tastes like vinegar. That annoyed me. Everyone knows loneliness tastes like cold potato soup.
The past is truly an inoperable tumour that spreads to the present.
With medical science improving at roughly the same rate as our environmental situation worsens, the most likely scenario is that the world will become uninhabitable at the precise moment the human race becomes immortal.
I think that’s the real loss of innocence: the first time you glimpse the boundaries that will limit your potential.
To my horror principles have wormed their way into [the] fabric of my being.
We just didn’t get it. We were weakened and exhilarated at the same time. A paranoiac’s nightmare! A narcissist’s dream! We didn’t know how to feel: flattered or raped. Maybe both. We were puzzling at breakneck speed.
Sometimes I think the human animal doesn’t really need food or water to survive, only gossip.