Sometimes you can’t realize you’re in a bad mood until another person enters your orbit.
Besides, animals don’t even have time. Only humans have time. It’s what makes us different.
I curled myself into a ball and cried quietly, doing that thing that only young people can do, namely, feeling sorry for myself. Once you’re past thirty you lose that ability; instead of feeling sorry for yourself you turn bitter.
The best part of my life is gone, and what remains is whizzing past so quickly I feel like I’m Krazy-Glue’ed onto a mechanical bull of a time machine.
Nobody cares about worthiness. People care about what is real inside of you.
I used to care about how other people thought I led my life. But lately I’ve realized that most people are too preoccupied with their own lives to give anybody else even the scantiest of thoughts.
Could the situation be that we no longer believe in that particular place? Or maybe we were all promised Heaven in our lifetimes, and what we ended up with can’t help but suffer in comparison.
I want to see books taken out of historical time and placed into a different timeline, such as evolutionary or geological time, as a means of putting the human experience in context.
There’s a lot to be said for having a small manageable dream.
Sometimes it feels as if everything in life is just something we haul into the grave.
Men won’t read any email from a woman that’s over 200 words long.
I find people who prejudge reality TV to be annoying. Art comes from anywhere. Culture can ooze out of any crack. Prejudging is the death of creativity.
If our subconscious was attractive, we wouldn’t have to bury it down deep within us.
High school is such a shared experience in North American culture.
I think, there are people for whom freedom is a bigger, more important thing than stability.
Gap clothing allows you to look like you’re from nowhere and anywhere.
When future archaeologists dig up the remains of California, they’re going to find all of those gyms their scary-looking gym equipment, and they’re going to assume that we were a culture obsessed with torture.
Figure out what it is in life you don’t do well, and then don’t do it.
Feeling unique is no indication of uniqueness.
Blame is just a lazy person’s way of making sense of chaos.