What's wrong with people?" she says, almost too quiet for me to hear. "Were they born with parts missing or did it fall out somewhere along the way?

What's wrong with people?" she says, almost too quiet for me to hear. "Were they born with parts missing or did it fall out somewhere along the way?

...thinking all this maximalism would somehow generate happiness?

Enough white lies can scorch the earth black.

We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.

In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.

Why is it beautiful that humanity keeps coming back? So does herpes.