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"Later people would say the murder at the Altamont Stones concert in December marked the end of the idealism of the sixties. For me it punctuated the duality of the summer of 1969, Woodstock and the Manson cult, our masked ball of confusion."

"ONE DAY I’M GONNA BE A VETERAN IN PARADISE. ONE DAY I’LL BE THE MAN WHO CAN’T SLEEP AND TALKS TO STRANGERS."

"Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one’s history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as if it was slurred over."

"The remarkable thing about television is that it permits several million people to laugh at the same joke and still feel lonely."

"In the same way that the internet finished normalizing nerd culture and organized both self-deprecation and self-importance into near genres of their own (what is “humblebrag,” in the doing and in the charge of it, but pathos?), the internet has made such explicit self-representation a central tenet of social media. Selfies are the first and final wall between a vision of one’s self and its actualization online. Even if they’re shitty—and most selfies are shitty, in concept and execution, with their bad lighting and worse ideas—selfies are an abrupt and indisputable realization, if not idealization, of what and how their subjects want to be seen."

"Beyoncé is exactly what we know, and it is more remarkable every time she just goes and does it, as if to always obscure the fact that she had to come up with herself first, before we knew her."

"There’s no point to any of this. It’s just a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know, a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good; the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain; the moments where your laughter becomes a cackle. And I—I sit back and smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt."

"That age when you’re on the train to Paris even though you’re broke and unemployed because friends you love are there and you won’t see them for a while because you decided to move to England after college to chase a handsome hairy boy you know you’re gunna marry but your parents are all whattt, you’re on your own because a) they’re poor and b) they’re “what??” and no one wants to hire you ‘cause you have a strange last name and talk funny and you wanna work and be a productive human but really you’re okay with having a little flat in the butt fuck nowhere countryside with amazing friends and a glorious boyfriend who cooks yummy food and puts a roof over your head even though you’re the saddest excuse for a housewife and you’re looking out a train window in snowy London on the way to Paris and thinking, ya, this is 22, I’m gloriously fucked and gloriously blessed. Ya’ll get that."

"That movie is like a three-hour-long bar mitzvah montage."

"I don’t believe people are looking for the meaning of life as much as they are looking for the experience of being alive."

"I’m scared, okay? I’m really scared all the time. I’m like very scared all of the time."

"Life feels longer the more you engage with it…I should be loving sculpture! Instead, having been utterly insensitive to sculpture, I fill the time that might have been usefully devoted to sculpture with things like drinking and staring into space."