Hell is the absence of the people you long for. — Emily St John Mandel

He found he was a man who repented almost everything, regrets crowding in around him like moths to a light. This was actually the main difference between twenty-one and fifty-one, he decided, the sheer volume of regret.

“Hell is other actors,” Kirsten said. “Also ex-boyfriends.”

Tesch seems to be someone who mistakes rudeness for intellectual rigor.