I guess the thing about exposing your heart is that people may not even notice it. Like a flop movie. Or they'll borrow your heart and they'll forget to return it to you.

Remember how, back in 1990, if you used a cellphone in public you looked like a total asshole? We're all assholes now.

Ski boots are the worst. Solid plastic. They'll be around till the sun goes supernova.

When you grow up these days, you're told you're going to have four or five different careers during your lifetime. But what they don't tell you is that you're also going to be four or five different people along the way.

I am aware that there is a world out there that functions without regard to me. There are wars and budgets and bombings and vast dimensions of wealth and greed and ambition and corruption. And yet I don't feel a part of that world, and I wouldn't know how to join if I tried.

I don't understand beauty.

What is prayer but a wish for the events in your life to string together to form a story -- something that makes some sense of events you know have meaning.