I've given up wanting to make a killing or be a bigshot. I just want to find happiness and maybe open up a little roadside cafe in Idaho.

I think we're simply going to run out of Nature before we have a chance to destroy it.

The richness of the rain made me feel safe and protected; I have always considered the rain to be healing—a blanket—the comfort of a friend. Without at least some rain in any given day, or at least a cloud or two on the horizon, I feel overwhelmed by the information of sunlight and yearn for the vital, muffling gift of falling water.

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

Please stop putting quotes from Nietzsche at the end of your emails. Five years ago you were laughing your guts out over American Pie 2. What — suddenly you’ve magically turned into Noam Chomsky?

If you don't change, then what's the point of anything happening to you? It'll still be happening to an unchanged person.

Blame is just a lazy person's way of making sense of chaos.