The new world lies before her eyes like an opened chest of treasure, a flock of birds over Africa, a thousand TVs all playing at once.

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.

There's nothing cute or funny or lovable about being cheap. It's a total turn-off.

The belief that tomorrow is a different place from today is certainly a unique hallmark of our species.

Las Vegas is a SimCity game gone horribly wrong.

Everybody has a ‘gripping stranger’ in their lives, Andy, a stranger who unwittingly possesses a bizarre hold over you. Maybe it’s the kid in cut-offs who mows your lawn or the woman wearing White Shoulders who stamps your book at the library—a stranger who, if you were to come home and find a message from them on your answering machine saying ‘Drop everything. I love you. Come away with me now to Florida,’ you’d follow them.

Canadians can easily 'pass for American' as long as we don't accidentally use metric measurements or apologize when hit by a car.