I was feeling everything too much. Everything pulled at my eyes. I spent hours floating in pools.

Paper is a uniquely beautiful format, more so than the web, I think: you need to invest in the aesthetics.

When we pass by another person without telling them we love them it’s cruel and wrong and we all know this.

And there is a chance that everything we did was incorrect, but stasis is itself criminal for those with the means to move, and the means to weave communion between people.

Live long enough and you'll disappoint everyone. People think you're able to help them and usually you can't. And so it becomes a process of choosing the one or two people you try hardest not to disappoint. The person in my life I am determined not to disappoint is you.

Dignity is an affectation, cute but eccentric, like learning French or collecting scarves.

The house is a factory.