What’s a bar bill but a surtax on reality?
We’re all born lost, aren’t we? We’re all born separated from God – over and over life makes sure to inform us of this – and yet we’re all real: we have names, we have lives. We mean something. We must.
The heart of a man is like deep water.
What surprises me about humanity is that in the end such a narrow range of plights defines our moral lives.
Death without the possibility of ever changing the world is the same as a life that never was.
Florida isn’t so much a place where one goes to reinvent oneself, as it is a place where one goes if one no longer wished to be found.
I’ve given up wanting to make a killing or be a bigshot. I just want to find happiness and maybe open up a little roadside cafe in Idaho.
How can I be a part of the 1960s generation when I don’t even remember any of it?
Kids today do nothing. They’re so apathetic. We used to go out and protest. All they do is shop and complain.
Ski boots are the worst. Solid plastic. They’ll be around till the sun goes supernova.
If you want to get close to somebody, you have to tell him or her something intimate about yourself. They’ll tell you something intimate in return, and if you keep this going, maybe you’ll end up in love.
Why do most of us make such boring choices for the stories of our lives?
The Internet has made me very casual with a level of omniscience that was unthinkable a decade ago. I now wonder if God gets bored knowing the answer to everything.
You pretend to be more eccentric than you actually are because you worry you are an interchangeable cog.
You can have information or you can have a life, but you can’t have both.
Capitalization implies a hierarchy, that some letters are more special than others.
In the end, I think the relationships that survive in this world are the ones where two people can finish each other’s sentences. Forget drama and torrid sex and the clash of opposites. Give me banter any day of the week.
Tofu hot dogs are actually scarier than real hot dogs. It’s like wanting the worst possible meat product without even the thrill of it actually being meat.
The Vienna Franks are a good example of urban white acid folk revivalism crossed with ska.
Time erases both the best and the worst of us.