At some point in your life, this statement will be true: tomorrow you will lose everything forever.

You can only go to places that you will let yourself go.

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.

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

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, then, is my choice: I can allow the events of my life to happen to me. Or I can take those very same actions and make them my own. I can live in my own present, risk failure, be assured of failure.

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?