Enjoy the elastic present, which can accommodate as little or as much as you want to put in there. Stretch it out, live inside of it.

There is a sense in which I am pretty sure this makes no sense. I don't know where this is going. I don't know how it ends.

Whatever the reason, first place was always Solo, always, always, always, and second place was usually Chewbacca, because if you weren't the one saving the galaxy, you might as well be eight feet tall and covered with hair.

All anyone is to anyone is a series of days.

You haven’t experienced awkwardness until you’ve seen a three-million-dollar piece of software cry.

We break ourselves up into parts. To lie to ourselves, to hide things from ourselves. You are not you. You are not what you think you are. You are bigger than you think. More complicated than you think.

Life is, to some extent, an extended dialogue with your future self about how exactly you are going to let yourself down over the coming years.