We've taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.

Kids grow up connected to nothing these days, plugged in and living lives boosted to them from other people.

She drank a glass of wine and looked for something new to ruin with her lack of talent.

The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.

Anymore, no one's mind is their own.

Everybody looks a little crazy if you're looking close enough and if you can't look that close, then you don't really love them.

A good story isn't the one that shuts everyone down and sort of leaves them in silent awe. A good story is one that, even before you finish the anecdote, you can see their eyes shining because it has so resonated with something from their own lives that everyone in the group has a version of the same story and they cannot wait to tell it, and that they're going to compete to make their version even more extreme than your version. So your version is just a seed.