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.

No matter what happens, it’s always now.

By the time you read this, you'll be older than you remember.

Find out what you're afraid of and go live there.

The lower you fall, the higher you'll fly. The farther you run, the more God wants you back.

Where would Jesus be if no one had written the gospels?

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