We glimpse ourselves only when we gaze at something else.
Identity, that spectator of what he calls himself,
That net and aggregate of energies in transient combination.
The young, though immortal, are in a dreadful hurry.
We used to suspect that our friends and neighbors were mad, and now, thanks to modern technology, we know they are.
It’s surface all the way down.
By learning our own thoughts and feelings we have made ourselves only partly miserable; by learning everyone else’s we will finish the job.
Covers are to judge books by.
There are some things, like thyself, that you’re better off not knowing.
Intimacy is to know someone well enough to hate him.
I support Don’t ask, don’t tell, but for all of human intercourse.
Depth is the desire not to be judged on the surface.