But such was the way with people – they loved the things that made them miserable.

He’s looking for people he can be himself around. Aren’t we all?

You know, there used to be a difference between authentic music and sellout music. I'm talking about when I was young, in the sixties? Back then we knew there was a soullessness to the sellouts, and we wanted to be on the side of the artists. But now? Being a sellout is the authentic thing. When Molly Miller says 'I'm just being real,' what she means is that everyone wants money and fame and any artist who claims otherwise is lying. the only fundamental truth is greed, and the only question is who is up front about this. That's the new authenticity. Molly Miler can never be accused of selling out because selling out was her goal all along.

She’d decided that about eighty percent of what you believe about yourself when you’re twenty turns out to be wrong. The problem is you don’t know what your small true part is until much later.

There are some mysteries of the universe that ought to remain mysteries.

What a treacherous thing a body was, how it so blatantly acted out the mind’s secrets.

It was true. Heard it on Cronkite.

A dormitory was a hopeless idea. Whoever thought of encasing two hundred girls in a concrete box?

The things we love the most are the most disfiguring. Such is our greed for them.

It’s the great flaw of journalism. The more something happens, the less newsworthy it is.