‎Who would die for this chance to be fed this death of pleasure with spoons, in their warm homes, alone, unmoving?

We are not dead but asleep, dreaming of ourselves.

Progressive liberals seem incapable of stating the obvious truth: that we who are well off should be willing to share more of what we have with poor people not for the poor people's sake but for our own; i.e., we should share what we have in order to become less narrow and frightened and lonely and self-centered people.

Mary had a little lamb, its fleece electrostatic / And everywhere Mary went, the lights became erratic.

It's weird to feel like you miss someone you're not even sure you know.

You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.

Not having a passport makes me very blasé about what appears in foreign periodicals since I know I'll never see it.