Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.

You tell yourself that noise is what defines silence. Without noise, silence would not be golden. Noise is the exception.

You can only hold a smile for so long, after that it's just teeth.

The best way to waste your life, is by taking notes. The easiest way to avoid living is to just watch. Look for the details. Report. Don't participate.

You gain power by pretending to be weak. By contrast, you make people feel strong. You save people by letting them save you.

Everyone's in their own personal coma.

In all probability the Human Genome Project will, someday, find that I carry some recessive gene for optimism, because despite all my best efforts I still can't scrape together even a couple days of hopelessness. Future scientists will call it the Pollyanna Syndrome, and if forced to guess, I'd say that mine has been a way-long case history of chasing rainbows.