I told him to buy land, my mum says, they’re not making it anymore.

Let's all embrace someone near us. Pick someone special to you. Tell this someone how you feel.

An important part of building a new culture was allowing people to complain about their past. At first, the more they complained, the worse the past would seem. But by venting, people could start to resolve the past. By bitching and bitching and bitching, they could exhaust the drama of their own horror stories. Grow bored. Only then could they accept a new story for their lives. Move forward.

Everything is funnier in retrospect, funnier and prettier and cooler. You can laugh at anything from far enough away.

Maybe it's our sins that give God consolation when he finally has to give us cancer.

Are these things really better than the things I already have? Or am I just trained to be dissatisfied with what I have now?

A couple drinks. A couple aspirin. Repeat.