That's like comparing apples with hermaphroditic ground sloths.

The falling flakes were random and without purpose; the snow was drunker than she was.

No woman will ever satisfy me. I know that now, and I would never try to deny it. But this is actually okay, because I will never satisfy a woman, either. Should I be writing such thoughts? Perhaps not. Perhaps it’s a bad idea. I can definitely foresee a scenario where that first paragraph could come back to haunt me, especially if I somehow became marginally famous.

It seems as though our ability to change technology happens so quickly, and our ability to evolve as creatures is still very slow.

Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.

Let's say Donald Trump loses but it's close. That could change the whole way the job of being a politician shifts - that to succeed in politics, you have to be a caricature of what a politician is supposed to be like.

Let's face it: Sadness and evil are always more believable than happiness and love. When a movie reviewer calls a film "realistic," everyone knows what that means--it means the movie has an unhappy ending.