The interesting thing is why we're so desperate for this anesthetic against loneliness.

Most of us will still take nihilism over neanderthalism.

Mediocrity is contextual.

Talent is its own expectation, Jim: you either live up to it or it waves a hankie, receding forever.

Worship your body, beauty, and sexual allure and you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you.

It seems important to find ways of reminding ourselves that most "familiarity" is meditated and delusive.

I perhaps could have been somewhat better. One of the interesting things about playing competitive sports as a child is that you confront your own limitations rather starkly at a certain point.