“Finally life becomes a very specific thing--and that's what we are. Ultimately, looking back, I'm beginning to believe that we need to always be fucked up. We need to always have some reason to hate ourselves, something to make us… — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
When I was in my teens, I made an appraisal of how comfortable my life could turn out when I became the age I… — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
Is it so wrong to just live life and enjoy it? Between fun and function, why must we choose the latter? — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
“I had grazed along the surface of her actions and made deep judgments. Rejecting someone because you couldn't understand their love, that was a… — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
Stressful jobs, loveless marriages, bad food-most people kill themselves slowly every day. — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
“My last chance had vanished into itself like a snail coiling up into his shell. Insidiously I had lost my grip, and now this… — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
Perhaps the price of comfort is that life passes more rapidly. But for anyone who has lived in uneasiness, even for a short, memorable… — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
“Nowadays the standards had plummeted so far that I failed even at being a failure. I silently packed up. Nothing else was left. They… — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
“In Brooklyn I am content, the closest we can come to a sustained happiness.” — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
Although I didn't write myself off as a complete failure, all illusion and romance was gone. I was no longer able to inflate myself;… — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
If I want to build wealth to transfer to the next generation, I can let it grow on a tax-free basis. — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
I lay in bed and watched moments break into phenomenal particles of panic and could actually see the divine crack of God’s ass as… — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
“Some of the more industrious ones were washing the windshields of cars that had been trapped by the red light. I used to see… — Arthur Nersesian Copy Share Image
