What you have to consider is the possibility that God doesn't like you. Could be, God hates us. This is not the worst thing that could happen.

I try to get centered: Watching white moon face The stars never feel anger Blah, blah, blah, the end

Everybody's trying to make every minute of the present last forever. Preserve every second.

Our generation has had no Great Depression, no Great War. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.

No matter how bad things get, you can still walk away.

After you hear even the shortest great story, it should fill you with a little bit of fear.

Everything is a self-portrait. A diary. Your whole drug history’s in a strand of your hair. Your fingernails. The forensic details. The lining of your stomach is a document. The calluses on your hand tell all your secrets. Your teeth give you away. Your accent. The wrinkles around your mouth and eyes. Everything you do shows your hand.