The internet kind of feels like happiness sometimes, however. It feels like stimulation.

Chekhov - shall I be blunt? - is the greatest short story writer who ever lived.

In my case, when I am trying to be "kind" I often default in a sort of toothless loving-all stance that is, actually, not kind, because it is not truthful.

Whole idea is really intriguing to me. If you took snapshots of ourselves throughout the day, the way that our mind is twisting and turning, then at the moment of death, the mind would be twisting and turning in the same way. But the Buddhists say it's super-sized because there's no bodily damper on it.

Whatever happens, we can deal with it if we admit that it's happening and so on. So to be comfortable with what is - that is a real superpower.

We have not been energetic enough - white people haven't - in pursuing racial equity.

My heartfelt wish for you: as you get older, your self will diminish and you will grow in love.