“It's such a liability to love another person.”

“It sickens me to think of youa prevalence of voidunholyimmovabledamned. gifts.an overblown sense of his own importance.I wish you were dead.forget about you.crowflorid withfantasiesit's so awfula perfect imitationa liability to loveforget youIngrid Magnussenquite alonemasturbatingrotdisappointmentgrotesqueYour arms cradlepoisonsgarbagegrenadesLonelinesslong-distance criesforeverneverresponse.take everythingfeel me?the human conditionStopplotting murderpenitenceCultivate ityouforbidappealrageimportantIcringefuckyouinsanepersondissonant and querulousmygas tanks marked FULL”

“A person didn’t need to be beautiful, they just needed to be loved. But I couldn’t help wanting it. If that was the way I could be loved, to be beautiful, I’d take it”

“Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.”

“Do you ever want to go home?' I asked Paul.He brushed an ash from my face. 'It's the century of the displaced person,' he said. 'You can never go home.”

“At every moment, each instrument knew what to play. Its little bit. But none could see the whole thing like this, all at once, only its own part. Just like life. Each person was like a line of music, but nobody knew what the symphony sounded like. Only the conductor had the whole score.”

“Love's an illusion. It's a dream you wake up from with an enormous hangover and net credit debt. I'd rather have cash.”