How can we be alive and not wonder about the stories we knit together this place we call the world? Without stories our universe is merely rocks and clouds and lava and blackness. It’s a village scraped raw by warm waters leaving not a trace of what existed before.
Gore is nature’s way of saying, “There are too many human beings on the planet, and I’m trying to rectify this any way I can. SARS didn’t work, but trust me, I’m cooking up something better. In the interim, please kill lots of yourselves.
Sometimes I think God is like weather – you may not like the weather, but it has nothing to do wit you. You just happen to be there. Deal with it.
If somebody wants to run for office, they had better to explain why they want to run for office. Wanting to be a candidate seems, in itself, reason for exclusion.
And for a while they were happy in their own manner; they had the animal confidence money affords.
Jason’s father, Reg, always said “Love what God loves and hate what God hates,” but more often than not I had the impression that he really meant “Love what Reg loves and hate what Reg hates.
What is the search for the next great compelling application but a search for the human identity?
Abe: Wise hermit cast adrift on asteroid for thousands of years; has developed odd code languages for everyday actions; lonely but not bitter; his heart is cryogenically frozen, and he must search the universe pursuing the Thawer.
Hi! I’m Ethan, I shop at Ikea. I bought a $300 dining suite and it took me three days to assemble!
The sixties are like a theme park to them. They wear the costume, buy their tickets, and they have the experience.
How did society ever function without you, little Sharpies? Your nibs have the precise amount of give to create a line quality with character, yet not so much character as to be smushy. Thank you, little pens.
The world is a glorious place, and filled with so many unexpected moments that I’d get lumps in my throat, as though I were watching a bride walk down the aisle – moments as eternal and full of love as the lifting of veils, the saying of vows and the moment of the first wedded kiss.
To bring order into this jangled sphere man must find its centre” Marshall McLuhan.
Nearly all of the Nobodies he saw were men. Women, he thought, had so many more ways to connect themselves to the world – children, families, friends.
It hit him that his own form of loneliness was a luxury, one as chosen and as paid for as three weeks in Kenya’s velds or a cherry red Ferrari. Real loneliness wasn’t something an assistant scoped out and got a good price on. Real loneliness was smothering and it stank of hopelessness.
It’s what makes us different from every other creature in the world – we have time. And we have choices.
I once read that for every person currently alive on earth, there are nineteen dead people who have lived before us. That’s not that much really. Our existence as a species on earth has been so short. We forget that.
I felt like I was walking on an airport’s rubber conveyor belt.
Remember: the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself. Life’s cruelest irony.
Life need not be a story, but it does need to be an adventure.