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.

Failure is authentic, and because it's authentic, it's real and genuine, and because of that, it's a pure state of being.

If cats were double the size they are now, they'd probably be illegal.

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

I tried to think of a witty play on Every picture tells a thousand words, but then the whole word/picture thing collapsed on me.

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

With Google I'm starting to burn out on knowing the answer to everything. People in the year 2020 are going to be nostalgic for the sensation of feeling clueless.