If you stare at someone long enough, they'll eventually look back at you.

Once you get to naming your laptop, you know that you're really having a deep relationship with it.

He hated it when adults told him he only felt the way he did because he was young. As if being young was like being insane or drunk, like the convictions he held were hallucinations caused by a mental illness that could only be cured by waiting five years.

For decades, computers have been helping us to remember, but now it's time for them to help us to ignore.

The right to freedom of association is fine, but why shouldn't the cops be allowed to mine your social network to figure out if you're hanging out with gangbangers and terrorists?

The future's a weirder place than we thought it would be when we were little kids.

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