“What is it about legs? Or what is it about breasts? Or the small of the back? What is it about anything? One day there will be no difference between anything. It'll all be the exact same thing. One day… — Jonathan Goldstein Copy Share Image
“How strange to feel yourself falling in love with someone you've only just met.” — Jonathan Goldstein Copy Share Image
“When he heard his father call out for Abel and he saw his borther go forth, it made him feel like he was nothing.… — Jonathan Goldstein Copy Share Image
“And of course there was the loss of women, some of whom he still woke up aching for. He'd study their remnants alone at… — Jonathan Goldstein Copy Share Image
Everyone runs around trying to find a place where they still serve breakfast because eating breakfast, even if it's 5 o'clock in the afternoon,… — Jonathan Goldstein Copy Share Image
“In his day, liking someone like David Bowie would have been the domain of degenerate officers in black and white movies about nazis.” — Jonathan Goldstein Copy Share Image
“What is it about legs? Or what is it about breasts? Or the small of the back? What is it about anything? One day… — Jonathan Goldstein Copy Share Image
“How do you get over a first love?” he asks. “You never do,” Howard says. “It just stays with you and becomes a part… — Jonathan Goldstein Copy Share Image
“I felt like a young Tony Montana having come to America, except the only person I wanted to kill was myself.” — Jonathan Goldstein Copy Share Image
“I turn on my computer to search Craigslist for apartment listings. The wireless window pops up, and I realize with some regret that all… — Jonathan Goldstein Copy Share Image
“If you could jerk off to something else, like a hamburger, could you imagine the delight in being alive?” — Jonathan Goldstein Copy Share Image
