Mostly, I think people are fake. Well, what do you expect? The fake world we live in conspires to make us all fakes.

I wondered about the science of storms and how sometimes it seemed that a storm wanted to break the world and how the world refused to break.

Why do we smile? Why do we laugh? Why do we feel alone? Why are we sad and confused? Why do we read poetry? Why do we cry when we see a painting? Why is there a riot in the heart when we love? Why do we feel shame? What is that thing in the pit of your stomach called desire?

For a moment, I thought of the word happy and it was a word that just, well, it felt like it was visiting me. I knew it wouldn’t last for very long and I’d be sad again and then it would be worse because it’s one thing to be sad and it’s another thing to be sad once you’ve been happy. Being sad after you’ve been happy is the worst thing in the world.

Young men and women come of age when they look at their parents and see them not only as their parents but as people. They gain a lot of compassion, and it's easier to accept their flaws.

Mostly, I think people are fake. Well, what do you expect? The fake world we live in conspires to make us all fakes.

Words were different when they lived inside of you.