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We sacrifice ourselves for each other. And that guilt that we feel when we let somebody down or when they’re afraid of us when they think they’re gonna kill us is a sort of excommunication phobia where we’re not being good monkeys, we’re not doing this right, this person’s afraid of me, I hurt somebody. I’m not long for this world if I gotta function on my own. I will not survive out there.

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There are two kinds of people in this world. There are the people that will have you think that there are two kinds of people in this world, and there are the ‘good; people. There is no good, there is no evil, there is just a war going on between the people that want you to think there’s a war going on and the people that know there doesn’t have to be one.

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There are two facts about humanity and they’re both undeniable. You are reminded of them every second of every breath you take. One is that we are separate. You’ll never be able to escape that. The other is that we’re absolutely together. Those two things are swirling and swirling and swirling around, and you have a choice with every breath you take and every sentence you make to celebrate one side or the other. You can celebrate the separation or you can celebrate the union, and you can forgive yourself for celebrating the separation, because that is what you are. You wake up in bed as not part of some blob of humanity. You wake up as John Smith or Kyle Davidson. You wake up as an individual, but all of those moments where that gets painful fall back on the fact that you are part of everyone around you.

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I think the most important thing you can know is that you want to be a part of all the other individuals. You don’t want to be alone. There’s a personality disorder for every single thing you can name under the sun. There are people who put entire jars of peanut butter up their butt. There are people who are sexually attracted to cats. But there is no one who wants to be alone.

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You’re gonna meet somebody really worth your time one day, and you don’t want to be incomplete when that happens.

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The answer is always follow your bliss. Always follow your bliss. Find your voice. Shout it from the rooftops. Keep doing it until the people who are looking for you find you. Stay put.

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Did I ever tell you about my mother? Not the retired old woman in Florida, my mother from the seventies? The quiet, frigid, scarred, pale brunette? You know what I really loved about her? She didn’t love me.
Not loving me takes a special brand of genius. You have to be an extraordinary person to pull it off. Mom was extraordinary. She was used up, broken-spirited, empty-hearted. A cracked mannequin. Some therapists say I taught myself to read books to make her love me. I always correct them: I think I taught myself to read her mind.

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I guess I’ve loved them all, and I should be especially grateful for the ones that were smart enough to bail. I told them all that I loved them, all the scripts, all the women, and I felt it every time. Which means that I’m crazy, or that love is relatively meaningless. Just another feeling, like hot pepper burning your tongue or ecstasy making you promise to hang out more often.

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Nothing makes sense, there’s no point to anything, everything is stacked in neat piles and everyone is acting like they’re doing something but everyone’s lying, especially me. I want to curl up in a ball and skip all of this emptiness. I want to wake up when I have a purpose again. I want to be special again.

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I actually tend to avoid “moving” movies because one of two things is going to happen: I’m not going to be moved, and it’s going to piss me off, or I’m going to be moved, which usually amounts to feeling a tremendous amount of grief at some point. Basically, somebody’s got to die, otherwise you’ve got Jerry MacGuire or Good Will Hunting, these movies that briefly hypnotize people into thinking they’re important, long enough to make some money and beat it out of town like a 60’s con man.

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I can’t find the quote anywhere, but somebody told me a Quentin Tarantino quote, something along the lines of “Audiences are geniuses, and individuals are idiots.” I have to be really careful, because I have nothing but love for this entity known as “the customer” in entertainment. I would never, ever, ever put myself above them and say, “They don’t get it, but it’s funny, believe me.” If they’re not laughing, I’m doing my job wrong. Period.