“What is it about legs? Or what is it about breasts? Or the small of the back? What is it about anything?… — 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
