You can't be beautiful," Brandy says about a thousand times, "until you feel beautiful.

When you reach the end of your life - trust me, you won't look back and savor the moments you spent alone.

Schools of science and physics replacing each other at a faster and faster rate. Just the nature of our world is constant revision, constant...negation of previous beliefs, and so...the whole world is a twist ending. Every week is a twist ending.

Real writers write because they love to write. They don't write for public acclaim.

For the first time in longer than I can remember, I feel peaceful. Not happy. Not sad. Not anxious. Not horny. Just all the higher parts of my brain closing up shop. The cerebral cortex. The cerebellum. That's where my problem is. I'm now simplifying myself. Somewhere balanced in the perfect middle between happiness and sadness. Because sponges never have a bad day.

The cancer I don't have is everywhere now.

I need to rebel against myself. It's the opposite of following your bliss. I need to do what I most fear.