Everything's plastic, we're all going to die sooner or later, so what does it matter.

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

Experience," which is just a euphemism for heartache and heartbreak, failed love and false promises, for every time you told yourself This is the real thing, and Finally I've found my way home only to end up lost in a muck or lying across rickety train tracks, praying for deliverance and not knowing if that would mean getting run over or being spared; "experience," which is a neutral word that most people know only means something good on a resume, a term that in the rest of life is more like a criminal rap sheet full of mishaps that cannot be expunged, this indelible quality made more frightening because there are no authorities keeping track, no one is forcing you to remember these things, it is all your own fault, it is only you who cannot forget; "experience," which is supposed to be the playground and peep show and life-size labyrinth of adolescence, which can, when it occurs at the right time in life...if it is delivered in moderate and judicious measure...make you a more capable lover and friend, spouse and partner.

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

Good and bad are not opposites, they are both just different forms of intensity.

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

How can you hide from what never goes away?

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

I don't think it matters how many parents you've got, as long as those who are around make their presence a good one.

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

I don't think it matters how many parents you've got, so long as the ones who are around make their presence in a long way.

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

I don't think it's really about being bitchy or demanding or cold or calculating: those characteristics, after all, can be attached to most women with even the paltriest of evidence. I think, quite frankly, that the world simply does not care for the complicated girls, the ones who seem too dark, too deep, too vibrant, too opinionated...

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

I don't want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. Furthermore, I’ve had it. Furthermore, I am so tired. Furthermore, I am twenty and I am already exhausted.

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

I feel like a defective model, like I came off the assembly line flat-out fucked and my parents should have taken me back for repairs before the warranty ran out.

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

If I were another person, I go on, I wouldn’t want to deal with me, I don’t want to deal with me, It’s so hopeless, I want out of this life. I really do. I keep thinking that if I could just get a grip of myself, I could be all right again. Furthermore, I keep thinking I’m driving myself crazy, but I swear, I swear to God, I have no control. It’s so awful, It’s like some demons have taken over my mind. And nobody believes me, Everybody thinks I could be better if I wanted to. But I can’t be the old Lizzy anymore, I can’t be myself anymore, I mean, actually, I am being myself right now and it’s horrible.

— Elizabeth Wurtzel