It’s not just a choice: to live, to die,” she insisted. “If your mind ceases to exist, it will be the end of the world as you know it.

Derek Numeric. He’ll sell you the Mona Lisa buy-2-get-1-free.

I’m euphoric with dopamine when I think of you. My infatuation with the memory of your face has flooded my neurons with Serotonin. My restless need to be with you has thrown in some norepinephrine. I’m a chemical basket case. But since I refuse to blame you, I’ve decided to blame my brain. Maybe if I believe I’ve reversed cause and effect I’ll get better.

You were my marital bliss,” he said to me this morning. “You can be again!” You know what I answered? “A marital blister, that’s what we’ll have if I stay.

The movie that changed my life,' he liked to say, by which he meant that it had changed his wardrobe.