Slowly but surely, I went through different phases of fame, and each rises you further into isolation and alienation.

Everyone who lived in high-up, magical places must feel the same way. You come down into the world and you mingle, but all the while there's something calling you back.

You and I share the same DNA.
Is there anything more lonely than that?

A hermit is simply a person to whom civilization has failed to adjust itself.

Funny is as funny does, and funny puts on a walrus mask and slowly gyrates in a mall food court. I laugh at absurdity hardest, then stories, then observations, then bearded men on roller skates.

Tess realized one of the great modern dating sadnesses: everyone is so used to the comforting glow of the computer screen that no one can go so far as to say "good morning" in public without being liquored up.