Self-destruction is an art; cursed are the exponents.

I was more addicted to self destruction then to the drugs themselves ... something very romantic about it

I'm not a 21-year-old angsty self-destructive rapscallion anymore.

He could hardly imagine anymore what his life would be without the weight of his hidden knowledge. He'd come to think of it as a kind of penance. It was self-destructive, he could see that, but that was the way things were. People smoked, they jumped out of airplanes, they drank too much and got into their cars and drove without seat belts.

It's a bomb. Just like you.

Direct lies, small lies, huge lies, and lies of omission… these are all self-serving and sources of self-destruction.