Augusten Burroughs Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by Augusten Burroughs
Augusten Burroughs Famous Quotes & Sayings
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But I can also write in crappy motel rooms, while standing in line, or sitting in the dentist's chair.
Nothing surprises me now, I tell him. I am stoic. I am Joan of Arc, with liver damage and an unused penis.
It terrified me to consider: What if, as a grown-up, I craved another body beside me as still as this one? What then?
I would borrow the microphone and stuff it down the front of my pants, examining myself from every angle in the mirror
Smoking had become my favorite thing in the world to do. It was like having instant comfort, no matter where or when.
I discovered the bleeding when he licked my hand and left a swath of blood behind, death's autograph.
Real optimism is not the pep talk you give yourself. It is earned through the labor involved in emotional housekeeping.
As my friend Amy observed: "Divorce is like a Polaroid picture. What truly happened will develop over time and you will see.
I don't think it's any more deceptive than wearing four-inch come-fuck-me pumps when one has no intention of ever fucking anybody.
You need to grab your dream out of the sky like it's a kite and pinch the string through your fingers until you reach the spool.
Just as I had long suspected, a person didn't really need math for anything anyway. Maybe some people did. Some limited people.
No wonder I had found that woman so offensive. Sometimes things feel that bad. Sometimes you just feel like shit.
The most valuable moments and experiences that life has to offer are found only along its most treacherous paths.
Dutch isn't easy for the outsider to learn, because it's spoken from the back of the throat at the trigger spot for the gag reflex.
And that was one thing I didn't want: NO CASUAL SEX. I thought it was disgusting, the idea of just screwing around and then that's it.
We never sampled our drugs because we were afraid of them, but to admit it aloud would have broken the spell.
He likes people because he likes to share in conversations. I like people when they have large checks for me.
It is always safe to see yourself truthfully. You never have to be ashamed of yourself, with yourself.
Oh, I had a great time. My thirty-three-year-old boyfriend said he wished they could package my cum like ice cream so he could eat it all day.
He continues to smile expectantly. I take a step back. I don't want to catch whatever he has. He is a disturbing out-of-uniform Santa.
The events of the past cannot be fully understood when you are the only element of the past actively engaged in reliving it.
My attraction had been immediate and profound. And it had nothing to do with the way he looked. My attraction was to what resided between his lines.
You cannot be a prisoner of your past against your will. Because you can only live in the past inside your mind.
And of course, the answer came to me in the same way Jesus comes to those who drink in trailers: as an epiphany.
And in my mind, this settles the issue. I would never drink cologne, and am therefore not an alcoholic.
I realized I'd only seen him at night in dim, flattering restaurant lighting. The sun was not his friend.
The most I would do was use the shadow tool in Photoshop to bring out the muscular rips in my stomach, which were honestly there. Beneath the fat.
You must hang onto the scraps of the bucking moment as if your sanity and life depended on it - because actually they do.
I really look at my childhood as being one giant rusty tuna can that I continue to recycle in many different shapes.
If you hate life, you haven't seen enough of it. If you hate your life, it's because your life is too small and doesn't fit you.
The more obsessed one is with getting thin, the more certain it becomes that one will never get there.
The year I snuck an interracial lesbian couple into the background of an American Airlines commercial, I was feeling particularly flush.
The shame is disguised here as helpful. But both people in this conversation would know it was bullying.
The dark side of blogging is, of course, people can be (and are) just savage and uncivilized, deeply cruel and fully unaccountable.
She reminded me of a scatterbrained old Cadillac that had been driven into the ground but somehow kept on starting, without fuss.
In a way, I am a psychological transsexual, always trying to "pass" for a normal person but being clocked every time.
Bookman isn't a stable man. He has a lot of problems that run very, very deep.
But he was really good at giving head.
But he was really good at giving head.
Awe, I discovered, was my favorite feeling. It was a rare experience, but when it happened, it was like an orgasm for the mind.
And I hope she does not live in a dark world. Because even the most terrible loss doesn't have to make you darker; it can make you deeper.
Because all of us are made not only of what we have but what we lost. And loss is not a subtraction. As an experience, it is an addition.
If you hate your life, you haven't seen enough of it. If you hate your life, it's because your life is too small and it doesn't fit you.