You can't get mad at weather because weather's not about you. Apply that lesson to most other aspects of life.

We're all born lost, aren't we? We're all born separated from God - over and over life makes sure to inform us of this - and yet we're all real: we have names, we have lives. We mean something. We must.

I think that to acknowledge a new generation is to acknowledge some degree of obsolescence in yourself, and that is very hard to do and often comes with undeniable anger.

What if it was cats who invented technology, would they have TV shows starring rubber sqeaky toys?

Flying dreams mean that you're doing the right thing with your life.

Remember how, back in 1990, if you used a cellphone in public you looked like a total asshole? We're all assholes now.

And any small moments of intense, flaring beauty such as this morning's will be utterly forgotten, dissolved by time like a super-8 film left out in the rain, without sound, and quickly replaced by thousands of silently growing trees.