At least I carpe'd that one diem.

I’m on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend.

According to Maslow, I was stuck on the second level of the pyramid, unable to feel secure in my health and therefore unable to reach for love and respect and art and whatever else, which is, utter horseshit: The urge to make art or contemplate philosophy does not go away when you are sick. Those urges just become transfigured by illness. Maslow's pyramid seemed to imply I was less human than other people, and most people seemed to agree with him.

I'm interested in Internet cultures. I'm interested in what the teenagers who drive the Internet culture are passionate about. I follow their lead - they go to tumblr, I go to tumblr.

Can I ask you about Caroline Mathers?" "And you say there's no afterlife.

You can't just make yourself matter and then die, Alaska, because now I am irretrievably different.

He missed that, too, and it hadn't even happened.