Sometimes I think the people to feel the saddest for are people who are unable to connect with the profound—people such as my boring brother-in-law, a hearty type so concerned with normality and fitting in that he eliminates any possibility of uniqueness for himself and his own personality. I wonder if some day, when he is older, he will wake up and the deeper part of him will realize that he has never allowed himself to truly exist, and he will cry with regret and shame and grief.

Here's my theory about meetings and life: the three things you can't fake are erections, competence and creativity.

I think God is how you deal with everything that's out of your own control.

Make your goals big and broad enough so that they never become answered prayers and boomerang to curse you.

Handmade presents are scary because they reveal that you have too much free time.

I ma trying to feel more well adjusted than I really am, which is, I guess, the human condition.

As the expression goes, we spend our youth attaining wealth, and our wealth attaining youth.