Florida isn't so much a place where one goes to reinvent oneself, as it is a place where one goes if one no longer wished to be found.

You really have to wonder why we even bother to get up in the morning. I mean, really: Why work? Simply to buy more stuff? That's just not enough. Look at us all. What's the common assumption that got us all from there to here? What makes us deserve the ice cream and running shoes and wool Italian suits we have? I mean, I see all of us trying so hard to acquire so much stuff, but I can't help but feeling that we didn't merit it.

Beyond a certain age, sincerity ceases to feel pornographic.

There is no shame in impulse.

When you see such photos, you can't help but wonder at just how sweet and sad and innocent all moments of life are rendered by the tripping of a camera's shutter, for at that point the future is still unknown and has yet to hurt us, and also for that brief moment, our poses are accepted as honest.

Before machines the only form of entertainment people really had was relationships.

Good looking people with strong, fluoridated teeth get things handed to them on platters.