I sandpapered the roof of my mouth with 3 bowls of Cap'n Crunch - had raw gobbets of mouth-beef dangling onto my tongue all day

Failure is authentic, and because it's authentic, it's real and genuine, and because of that, it's a pure state of being.

A bland smile is like a green light at an intersection, it feels good when you get one, but you forget it the moment you're past it.

I think there is a Paris inside us all.

Purchased experiences don't count.

Q: If you could be an animal, what kind of animal would you be? A: You already are an animal.

Is that all time is - our perception of how quickly it does or does not pass?