I am transcribing a book that I have, in a sense, not yet written, and in another sense, have always written, and in another sense, am currently writing, and in another sense, am always writing, and in another sense, will never write.

This is what you have to ask yourself: Do you want to be good, or just seem good? Do you want to be good to yourself and others? Do you care about other people, always, sometimes, never? Or only when convenient? What kind of person do you want to be?

Time is a machine: it will convert your pain into experience... It will force you to move on and you will not have a choice in the matter.

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

How do you convince someone to change, to stop being afraid of himself? How do you convince yourself not to be so scared all the time?

nostalgia, underlying cosmological explanation for Weak but detectable interaction between two neighboring universes that are otherwise not causally connected. Manifests itself in humans as a feeling of missing a place one has never been, a place very much like one’s home universe, or as a longing for versions of one’s self that one will never, and can never know.

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.