You are what you love. No? You are, completely and only, what you would die for without, as you say, the thinking twice.

I'd like to be the sort of person who can enjoy things at the time, instead of having to go back in my head and enjoy them.

[T]o really try to be informed and literate today is to feel stupid nearly all the time, and to need help.

There is no hatred in my love for you. Only a sadness I feel all the more strongly for my inability to explain or describe it.

I'm very bright, but I'm terrified of sounding like someone who thinks he's very bright-because those people are assholes.

The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day.

This diagnosis can be done in about two lines. It doesn't engage anybody.