He remembered the results of a study finding that over 50% of people you consider friends don’t reciprocate. Although in his case this was more or less irrelevant, he still found it depressing.

She said, Hell, for me, would be eternity, with you.

You’ve done your market research and you’ve ended up with your great big pile of shit.

The seventies were shit; the eighties sucked ass; he barely remembered the nineties; and everything after 2000 was lost in a haze of self-loathing.
Things were looking up.

With age you become invisible to increasing portions of the population; in compensation, you begin to see them more clearly.

Think about the meaning of any words long enough, and you will lose your mind.

It somehow works itself out, or ends in disaster.