Once it was fashionable to be fat, to show that you got enough to eat; and then it became fashionable to be thin, to distinguish yourself from the ostentatiously fat. This is the complete history of taste.
We all come into this world with our little egos equipped with individual horns. If we don’t blow them, who will?
Imagine thinking that people, if they only understood you better, would like you more.
No deed is so awful as to prevent a man from thinking well of himself even as he commits it.
To recognize your betters you have to acknowledge that they exist.
You are not a stereotype, as far as you know.
The sum of human knowledge spread before you like a banquet, free, at the touch of a screen, and with everything to choose from, you attend to — each other.
There’s nothing wrong with narcissism that better narcissists can’t fix.
All authors dream of a posthumous reputation, none of posthumous sales.
It is a terrible shock to learn how much less the world thinks of you than you think of yourself, and no one ever truly recovers.
Confession is vanity’s last resort.