“Sometimes the briefest moments capture us, force us to take them in, and demand that we live the rest of our lives in reference to them.”

“Through [my friends] I discovered what it was to love people. There was an art to it...which was not really all that different from the love that is necessary in the making of art. It required the effort of always seeing them for themselves and not as I wished them to be...”

“Partly I was honing my self-consciousness into a torture device, sharp and efficient enough to last me the rest of my life.”

“The general plot of life is sometimes shaped by the different ways genuine intelligence combines with equally genuine ignorance.”

“Part of the job of being human is to consistently underestimate our effect on other people...”

“This singularity of meaning--I was my face, I was ugliness--though sometimes unbearable, also offered a possible point of escape. It became the launching pad from which to lift off, the one immediately recognizable place to point to when asked what was wrong with my life. Everything led to it, everything receded from it--my face as personal vanishing point.”

“I used to think that once you really knew a thing, its truth would shine on forever. Now it's pretty obvious to me that more often than not the batteries fade, and sometimes what you knew even goes out with a bang when you try and call on it, just like a light bulb cracking off when you throw the switch.”