Without sex, we would be dangerously invulnerable. We might believe we were not ridiculous. We wouldn't know rejection and humiliation so intimately.

Never too late to learn some embarrassingly basic, stupidly obvious things about oneself.

Let death find us as we are building up our matchstick protests against its waves.

We accept the need to train extensively to fly a plane; but think instinct should be enough for marrying and raising kids.

It's perhaps easier now than ever before to make a good living; it's perhaps harder than ever before to stay calm, to be free of career anxiety.

Being funny should be an incidental byproduct of trying to get to something truthful, not a destination in itself.

.. if you asked most people whether they believed in love or not, they’d probably say they didn’t. Yet that’s not necessarily what they truly think. It’s just the way they defend themselves against what they want. They believe in it, but pretend they don’t until they’re allowed to. Most people would throw away all their cynicism if they could. The majority just never gets the chance.