Jump to the day we'll all be dead and none of this will matter. Jump to the day another house will stand here and the people living there won't know we ever happened.

Nothing feels as awful as pouring your heart out to some talk therapist, then realizing this so-called professional is actually vastly stupid and you've just professed your most secret secrets to some goon who's wearing one brown sock and one blue sock.

Every time I write something, I think, this is the most offensive thing I will ever write. But no. I always surprise myself.

To repeat, the way you get to the huge, impossible yes is, you start collecting a lot of easy, small yeses.

People had been working for so many years to make the world a safe organized place. Nobody realized how boring it would become.

Self improvement is masturbation.

Emotionally, in our minds, we get so filled with resentments where we've got a story about absolutely everything.