You were clearly not doing your part in the clover search, perv.

The truth hurts because it's real. It hurts because it mattered. And that's an important thing to acknowledge to yourself.

There is no Them. There are only facets of Us.

The weird thing about houses is that they almost always look like nothing is happening inside of them, even though they contain most of our lives. I wondered if that was sort of the point of architecture.

Truth resists simplicity.

Being a person, I had come to realize, is a communal activity. Dogs know how to be dogs. But people do not know how to be people unless and until they learn from other people.

I'm so proud of you that it makes me proud of me. I hope you know that.