The best way to waste your life, is by taking notes. The easiest way to avoid living is to just watch. Look for the details. Report. Don't participate.
If you look at old pictures, Irene Casey is so pretty. Not just young, but pretty the way you look when your face goes smooth, the skin around your eyes and lips relaxed, the pretty you only look when you love the person taking the picture.
Getting fired,’ Tyler says, ‘is the best thing that could happen to any of us. That way, we’d quit treading water and do something with our lives.
You have endless ways you can commit suicide without dying dying.
Since change is constant, you wonder if people crave death because it's the only way they can get anything really finished.
I'm always trying to reach a transcendent point, a romantic point, but reach it in a really unconventional way, a really profane way. To get to that romantic, touching, heartbreaking place, but through a lot of acts of profanity.
I try to tell a story the way someone would tell you a story in a bar, with the same kind of timing and pacing.
Leonardo's Mona Lisa is just a thousand thousand smears of paint. Michelangelo's David is just a million hits with a hammer. We're all of us a million bits put together the right way.
To repeat, the way you get to the huge, impossible yes is, you start collecting a lot of easy, small yeses.
Don’t ask me when because I don’t remember, but somewhere along the way I keep forgetting to commit suicide.
If you ask me, reincarnation is just another way to procrastinate.
This is how it is with insomnia. Everything is so far away, a copy of a copy of a copy. The insomnia distance of everything, you can't touch anything and nothing can touch you
Burn the Louvre, and wipe your ass with the Mona Lisa. This way at least, God would know our names.
Sometimes the very best way to deal with unpleasant things is to depict them in ways that allow people to laugh at them and destroy the power of unsayable things, rather than refusing to acknowledge them.
You see, life only turns out good or bad for only a little bit. And then it turns out some other way.
Those who can forget the past are way ahead of the rest of us.
Every masterpiece is just dirt and ash put together in some perfect way.
No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have you own way.
There's no way you can get the past right. You can pretend. You can delude yourself, but you can't re-create what's over.
The same way a compact disk isn't responsible for what's recorded on it, that's how we are. You're about as free to act as a programmed computer. You're about as one-of-a-kind as a dollar bill.
I'm always identifying some fallacy in my own life. I'm sort of making fun of myself by exploring and unpacking just why I'm sort of automatically thrown to be a certain way.
I write because it's a way of presenting something without having to be there.
I'm working harder than I have ever worked in my entire life, but what the hell, my life is my job now, and my job is my life and that's the way it should be.
You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.
What I'm always trying to do with every book is to recreate the effect of the stories we heard as children in front of campfires and fireplaces - the ghost stories that engaged us.
A good story should change the way you see the world.
And if you can find any way out of our culture, then that's a trap too. Just wanting to get out of the trap reinforces the trap.