Care to Make Love in That Gross Little Space Between Cars?, by The Believer

“Take it from me, the only thing perfect in life is death. There are no ‘almosts’ about death. No way to be kind of dead or a runner-up to someone who’s deader than you. Death is a blanket, unending, unblinking perfection. Life is about flailing wildly amidst the imperfections hitting you from every which way. You want perfect, you might as well die.” – Bob Powers, pg. 44

“You are sincere about this, aren’t you? Or do you just want to save the planet as long as it doesn’t inconvenience you?” – Anne Beatts, pg. 86

“There is only one way to cheer up a depressive… and that is to present yourself as more depressed than they are.” – Merrill Markoe, pg. 136