More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Sometimes I walk around, bumping into people, listening to them joke and fight and sneeze, and I don’t believe anyone is real. Not even myself. Do you know what I mean?”
If you want to know me, memorize the wine stains on my sheets,
I am sorry I cannot be of more service. I have only seen myself three times.
Half my life, I have been waiting for someone to yell: Action. The other half, I have been waiting for someone to yell: Cut.
