If I could just stay alive for a week, I’d know the unwritten secrets of Anna’s mom and the Dutch Tulip Guy.

I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is inprobably biased toward the consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it-or my observation of it-is temporary?

We did a few things worth remembering, and I wish for someone to remember them.

The internet is necessarily public. It can be filtered-public or censored-public, but it necessarily has to be open and available.

I just want to fly under the radar, because when you start to make yourself into a big deal, that's when you get shot down.

Collin Singleton could no more stay cool than a blue whale could stay skinny or Bangladesh could stay rich

But ultimately I do not believe that she was only matter. The rest of her must be recycled, too. I believe now that we are greater than the sum of our parts. If you take Alaska's genetic code and you add her life experiences and the relationships she had with people, and then you take the size and shape of her body, you do not get her. There is something else entirely. There is a part of her greater than the sum of her knowable parts. And that part has to go somewhere, because it cannot be destroyed