In school, the year was the marker. Fifth grade. Senior year of high school. Sophomore year of college. Then after, the jobs were the marker. That office. This desk. But now that school is over and I've been working at the same place in the same office at the same desk for longer than I can truly believe, I realize: You have become the marker. This is your era. And it's only if it goes on and on that will have to look for other ways to identify the time.

And as we drift into sleep, I feel something I’ve never felt before. A closeness that isn’t merely physical. A connection that defies the fact that we’ve only just met. A sensation that can only come from the most euphoric of feelings: belonging.

The key is to never recognize these imbalances. To not let the dauntingness daunt us.

Getting what you want is just as difficult as not getting what you want. Because then you have to figure out what to do with it instead of figuring out what to do without it.

A sound waiting to be a word.

no matter how happy we are, no matter how much we want our night to stretch out infinitely, sleep is inevitable.

That's the problem with having a moral code. We want to destroy the jerkish part of the jerks, but we want to save the human being underneath.