For thousands of years, human beings had screwed up and trashed and crapped on this planet, and now history expected me to clean up after everyone. I have to wash out and flatten my soup cans. And account for every drop of used motor oil. And I have to foot the bill for nuclear waste and buried gasoline tanks and landfilled toxic sludge dumped a generation before I was born.

The answer is there is no answer.

By the time you're thirty, your worst enemy is yourself.

There was no real sense of life because she had nothing to contrast it with.

A good story should change the way you see the world.

Find value in what we've been taught is worthless.

He was the kind of boy any young girl should date while she's still able to recover.