I’m always saying “Glad to’ve met you” to somebody I’m not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.
No one has time any more for anyone else.
— Don't you hate that?
— Hate what?
— Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
— I don't know. That's a good question.
— That's when you know you've found somebody really special: you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share silence.
When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy.
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
Don't tell me that you have exhausted Life. When a man says that one knows that Life has exhausted him.
Until you’ve lost your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was or what freedom really is.
Well, after all, this is the age of the disposable tissue.
Blow your nose on a person, wad them, flush them away, reach for another, blow, wad, flush.
Everyone using everyone else's coattails.
How are you supposed to root for the home team when you don't even have a programme or know the names?
For that matter, what colour jerseys are they wearing as they trot out on to the field?
I think one of the most universal human experiences is feeling alone. You'd never know, but there's tons of people feeling the exact same way. Maybe because you're feeling completely abandoned. Maybe you realised that you aren't as self-sufficient as you thought. Maybe you know you should've handled something differently. Or maybe you aren't as good as you thought you were. Either way, when you hit that low point, you have a choice. You can either wallow in self-pity or you can suck it up. It's your call.
Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don't really need.
"If you don't know what you want," the doorman said, "you end up with a lot you don't."