Just move to the Internet, its great here. We get to live inside where the weather is always awesome.

The tales of our exploits will survive as long as the human voice itself,' he said. 'And even after that, when the robots recall the human absurdities of sacrifice and compassion, they will remember us.

Thank you for wearing that dress which is like whoa.

I thought you hung the moon.

Half-drunk on well-creamed gas station coffee and the exhilarating loneliness of a freeway in nighttime.

The urge to make art or contemplate philosophy does not go away when you are sick. Those urges just become transfigured by illness.

We imagine people as animals or gods. -But she was just a person, a girl.