You see, when you're middle class, you have to live with the fact that history will ignore you. You have to live with the fact that history can never champion your causes and that history will never feel sorry for you. It is the price that is paid for day-to-day comfort and silence. And because of this price, all happinesses are sterile; all sadnesses go unpitied.

In the same way you can never go backward to a slower computer, you can never go backward to a lessened state of connectedness.

It'd be preposterous for me to propose a universal cure to loneliness but I will say that people who do the things they find interesting, either creatively or vocationally, tend to become unlonely very quickly.

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

Destiny is what we work toward. The future doesn't exist yet. Fate is for losers!

Making eye contact with adults while dressed as a clown is risky.

She went crazy with a calm face, justifiably so.