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

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?

What is this called, what I am doing, to myself, to my life, this wallowing, this pondering, this rolling over and over in the same places of my memory, wearing them thin, wearing them out? Why don't I ever learn? Why don't I ever do anything different?

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

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.

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.

All anyone is to anyone is a series of days.