Remember this... develop a sense of nostalgia for something, or you'll never figure out what's important.

In contravention of my belief that any life ending in death is essentially pointless, I needed my friends to open up that plastic bag and take one last look at me. Someone had to remember me, if only for a few more minutes in the vast silent waiting room of time.

If my mother hadn't tried to sell me chicken Kiev cutlets for $1.40 after I graduated from college, maybe I would've been the lawyer she wanted me to be.

By reading this message you are denying its existence and implying consent.

You are not what you want. You are what wants you back.

Communications devices were always used to effect change, to effect revolution. Telephone, telegraph - these all seemed like very big enhancements at the time.

I have my own dying empire to contend with, and I do not wish for any other.