I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say “I love you I love you I love...

Looking at Tim, one cannot help feeling great waves of uncertainty, an absence of aim, of purpose, as if he is a person who simply doesn’t matter.

what’s right? If you want something, you have the right to take it. If you want to do something, you have the right to do it.

What else is there to do in college except drink beer or slit one’s wrists?