As you grow older, it becomes harder to feel 100 percent happy; you learn all the things that can go wrong, you become superstitious about tempting fate, about bringing disaster upon your life by accidentally feeling too good one day.

I think, there are people for whom freedom is a bigger, more important thing than stability.

The harder you try to become the opposite of your parents, the more quickly you become them.

I thought about how odd it is for billions of people to be alive, yet not one of them is really quite sure of what makes people people. The only activities I could think of that humans do that have no animal equivalent were smoking, body-building and writing. That's not much, considering how special we seem to think we are.

It's not healthy to live life as a succession of isolated little cool moments.

I don't deserve a soul, yet I still have one. I know because it hurts.

A bland smile is like a green light at an intersection, it feels good when you get one, but you forget it the moment you're past it.