How everything you ever love will reject you or die. Everything you ever create will be thrown away. Everything you're proud of will end up as trash.

It's pathetic how we can't live with the things we can't understand. How we need everything labeled and explained and deconstructed.

Either a species learns to control its own population, or something like disease, famine, war, will take care of the issue.

Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.

You have no idea what it is like to constantly disappoint people. You see it the moment you meet them. You see in their eyes that they expected something so entirely different, and here they are meeting you.

You think maybe if you just work harder and faster, you can hold off the chaos, but then one day you’re changing a patio light bulb with a five-year life span and you realize how you’ll only be changing this light maybe ten more times before you’ll be dead.

I think standardization is really the first step to something being commodified.