Augusten Burroughs
Augusten Burroughs
Augusten Xon Burroughsis an American writer known for his New York Times bestselling memoir Running with Scissors...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionMemoirist
Date of Birth23 October 1965
CountryUnited States of America
numbness emotion default
I felt deeply tricked. Stunned. And furious. I also felt my default emotion: numbness.
doors use done
Fact: upon locking yourself our of your apartment you will immediately need to use the bathroom. Fact: and then you will stand in place and watch your door. You will just stare. As though rebuffed by it. As though it has done this to you.
jobs stupid people
In general, advertising isn't a "creative" atmosphere. It's a business atmosphere and your job is puzzle solving. My favorite aspect of the business, I guess, was presenting to clients. What I enjoyed least were the clients. Worried corporate brand managers, trying to dumb-down their ads for the stupid American population. I hated the disrespect that these people had for "consumers."
loss sick missing
I missed him so much that I had physical sensations of loss, all over my body. Like one minute I was missing an arm, the next my spleen. It was making me feel sick, like throwing up.
morning two decision
Most everybody had made at least one bad, drunken decision in their lives. Called an ex at two in the morning. Or perhaps has a little too much to drink on a second date and wept inconsolably while revealing how simply damaged one was, while nonetheless retaining an uncommonly large capacity for love. That kind of thing was, while regrettable, at least comprehensible. But waking up with someone generationally inappropriate, like your grandfather's best buddy?
sincerely
but I am not here ironically; I am here sincerely.
profound lines way
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.
song mistake emotional
My mistake was in underestimating the emotional force of a song you have already hear a thousand times.
eye white pages
I loved most when his eyelashes twitched and he blinked, and suddenly happiness was there inside his eyes. Unmistakable. Like a single word printed on a clean white page.
matter impossible remember
I remember, no matter how impossible it seemed that any given day would end, it always did. This one would, too.
moving eye guy
I'm not going to waste my energy looking into the eyes of someone like the guy who blew my legs off trying to find a way to forgive him for doing something that horrible when there are way more productive ways I could be spending my life. You've got to focus on moving on.
mathematical formulas
I knew that he was as reliable as a mathematical formula.
fog car world
My window fogs and this makes me feel like there is no world outside of the car.
problem scissors understood
The problem with not having anybody to tell you what to do, I understood, is that there was nobody to tell you what not to do.