Where are you supposed to put your arms when you dance? It’s like the Universal Question. I guess you’re supposed to put them around someone.
We're all animals, high school is animals, but some of us are more animal than others. Like in 'Animal Farm,' which I read, all animals are created equal, but some are more equal than others? Here in...
Up next is Noelle.'Hey, girl!''Don't you dare start calling me that. This is very nice of you to do.
There’s a lot of yuppies in this place, and you have that look about you, you know—the yuppie look of people with money? Yeah. People who don’t care about other people.
The thought trail one another in my brain running from the back up to the front and dripping down again under my chin: I'm no one; I'll never make it in my life; I'm about to get revealed as a fake, I...
The sweating is awful. It’s not as bad as the not eating, but it’s weird—cold sweat, all over my forehead, having to be wiped off every two minutes, smelling like skin concentrate. People notice. It’s...
Take these verbs and enjoy them. They're yours, Craig. You deserve them because you chose them. You could have left them all behind but you chose to stay here.
Something deep in my guts, below my heart, has made a shift to the left and settled in a more comfortable place. It’s not the Shift, but it’s a shift. I picture Nia with her gorgeous face and little b...
Someday someone is going to find this pelvis sexy or I'll never have children.
I’m asking for simplicity, for purity and ease of choice and no pressure. I’m asking for something that no politics is going to provide, something that probably you only get in preschool.
It’s a huge thing, this Shift, just as big as I imagined. My brain doesn’t want to think anymore; all of a sudden it wants to do.
I've had good moments scattered since then, times when I thought I was better, but that was the last day I felt triumphant.
I thought you were interesting. Why did you do what it said? I… I can’t think up a fake answer quickly enough. I’m a straight guy, you know. So if a girl talks to me or whatever, I’ll do exactly what...
I look up at her, rolling her mouth and smiling down. I look at the map. It’s not a brain, clearly; it’s a map; can’t she see the rivers and highways and interchanges? But I see how it could look like...
Dreams are only dreams until you wake up and make them real.
But some people have to get lucky just to live. And I never knew I could make anybody lucky.
A doctor comes into 22. She has long, dark hair and a pudgy face and bright green eyes. Hey. I’m Dr. Data. Dr. Data? Yes. Huh. I want to ask her if she’s an android, but that wouldn’t be very respectf...
One quarter of your life is spent as a minor; you might as well make the best of it.
Where are you supposed to put your arms when you dance? It’s like the Universal Question.
When we got together we would start projects: an alarm clock torn apart and distributed over a wall, a stop-motion video of Lego people having sex, a Web site for pictures of toilets.