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

Christmas makes everything twice as sad.

I find it hard to believe that human beings are the crowning achievement of life on earth. Something better than us has to come along.

Birds are a miracle because they prove to us there is a finer, simpler state of being which we may strive to attain.

Life is boring. People are vengeful. Good things always end. We do so many things and we don’t know why, and if we do find out why, it’s decades later and knowing why doesn’t matter any more.

Purchased experiences don't count.

Their talk was endless, compulsive, and indulgent, sometimes sounding like the remains of the English language after having been hashed over by nuclear war survivors for a few hundred years.