The American Dream, coupled with government subsidies of utilities and cheap consumer goods courtesy of slave labour somewhere else, has kept the poor huddled masses from rising up. – Elizabeth Wurtzel
My imagination, my ability to understand the way love and people grow over time, how passion can surprise and renew, utterly failed me. – Elizabeth Wurtzel
I start to think there really is no cure for depression, that happiness is an ongoing battle, and I wonder if it isnt one Ill have to fight for as long as I live. I wonder if its worth it. – Elizabeth Wurtzel
I was meant to date the captain of the football team, I was going to be on a romantic excursion every Saturday night, I was destined to be collecting corsages from every boy in town before prom, accepting such floral offerings like competing sacrifices to a Delphic goddess. – Elizabeth Wurtzel