And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can't ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it's already happened.

Everyone has a special place they store their tension (I'm on shiatsu duty), the same way everyone misspells the same words over and over. Karla stores her tension in her rhomboid muscles, and I remove it. This is making me feel good. That I can do this.

The modern world is devoted to vanishing species, vanishing weather and vanishing capacity for wonder.

Once you establish a look, and once everybody recognizes that look as your look, you never have to think about fashion again.

Las Vegas is a SimCity game gone horribly wrong.

We are changed souls; we don't look at things the same way anymore. For there was a time when we expected the worst. But then the worst happened, did it not? And so we will never be surprised again.

Being asked what animal you'd like to be is a trick question; you're already an animal.