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“There is this thing that people do. A thing I’ve noticed. Where they think if they show each other their most horrible horrors or whatever, then they are close. They are friends. You tell me about your mother, and I tell you about the trial, and then we are bonded. But it’s not really a way to know someone, just to see their glorious wounds. It’s like a shortcut. I don’t wanna take a shortcut with you.”

You see everyone, even the people who are closest to you, in the context of yourself.

I just want to lie in the sun and be certain I am loved.

“He would’ve loved the Internet, Andy. It would’ve devoured him, and he would’ve loved it anyway.”

“I’m always a little in love with someone…”

“I blame my mom for a lot of things. She is, in general, the reason I ended up like this.”
“Well, I like the way you ended up,” he said.

I do not want to want to be loved by strangers, but I do not want to want most of what I want.

…when someone changes a topic so abruptly, they’re dodging something specific. But to act isn’t to pry, only to be willing to listen more.

And “cringe” is what people who can’t feel things call feelings.

“Warhol was making himself the whole time. That was the real art project. The constant construction of self.”

Not just the labor, but also the raw material. Like that for Carly as well. Women are often seen as a thing that will transform him, a thing he saved to become his full self. How thrilling to meet someone like Andy, who wants things from you but not those things.

“I used to be twenty-one,” he said.
He said it like being twenty-one was a debilitating illness you only sometimes survived, which had more or less been my experience.

“but it’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”

“I only took the regular course.”
…
“Reeling and Writing, of course, to begin with,”…”and then the different branches of Arithmetic—Ambition, Distraction, Uglification, and Derision.”

(If you don’t know what a Gryphon is, look at the picture.)

“How fond she is a finding morals and things!” Alice thought to herself.

“You’re thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk. I ca’n’t tell you just now what the moral that is, but I shall remember it in a bit.”
“Perhaps it hasn’t one,”…
…”Every thing’s got a moral, if only you can find it.”

“Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,” said Alice: “all I know is , it would feel queer to me.”

How queer everything is to-day! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I’m not the same, the question is who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle!”

…this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people. “But it’s no use now,” thought poor Alice, “to pretend to be two people! Why, there’s hardly enough of me left to make one respectable person!”