Earth was not built for six billion people all running around and being passionate about things. The world was built for about two million people foraging for roots and grubs.

I know it's not cat food, but what exactly is it that they put inside of tinned ravioli?

Nobody believes the identities we've made for ourselves. I feel like everybody in the world is fake now - as though people had true cores once, but hucked them away and replaced them with something more attractive but also hollow.

There are few, if any, Canadian men that have never spelled their name in a snow bank.

Remember: the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself. Life's cruelest irony.

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 pretend to be more eccentric than you actually are because you worry you are an interchangeable cog.