As young people we want something to slow us down and keep us trapped in one place long enough to look below the surface of the world. That disaster is a car crash or a war. To make us sit still. It can be getting cancer or getting pregnant. The important part is how it seems to catch us by surprise. That disaster stops us from living the life we'd planned as children - a life of constant dashing around.

Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism.

On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.

I try to tell a story the way someone would tell you a story in a bar, with the same kind of timing and pacing.

We all want to explain ourselves. Nobody wants to be forgotten.

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