More and more, it feels like I'm doing a really bad impersonation of myself.

Discovering the 'impossible' ending to a new book makes me sick with joy and relief.

Picture the moment when your mom and dad first saw you as something other than a pretty, tiny version of them. You as them, but improved. Better educated. Innocent. Then picture when you stopped being their dream.

At first, the new owner pretends he never looked at the living room floor.

you're a product just as much. a product of a product. the people who design cars, they're products, your teachers, products. the minister in your church, another product.

To merely observe your culture without contributing to it seems very close to existing as a ghost.

We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.