I used rebellion as a way to hide out. We use criticism as a fake participation.

Those who can forget the past are way ahead of the rest of us.

Sundays tend to be a day where just I do nothing but visit people. It's kind of like trick-or-treating.

A good story isn't the one that shuts everyone down and sort of leaves them in silent awe. A good story is one that, even before you finish the anecdote, you can see their eyes shining because it has so resonated with something from their own lives that everyone in the group has a version of the same story and they cannot wait to tell it, and that they're going to compete to make their version even more extreme than your version. So your version is just a seed.

And it's funny how when somebody saves you, the first thing you want to do is save other people. All other people. Everybody. The kid never knew the man's name. But he never forgot that smile. "Hero" isn't the first word, but it's the first word that comes to mind.

The feeling is less like an ending than just another starting point.

Besides, hysteria is only possible with an audience.