In the end the listening exposes you even more than it exposes the people you're trying to listen to.

I am a giant squid of anger.

People are supposed to care. It's good that people mean something to you, that you miss people when they're gone.

I found myself thinking about President William McKinley, the third American president to be assassinated. He lived for several days after he was shot, and towards the end, his wife started crying and screaming, "I want to go too! I want to go too!" And with his last measure of strength, McKinley turned to her and spoke his last words: "We are all going.

there is no best and no worst, ...those judgments have no real meaning because there is only what is

Like, in general I think people have very complicated reasons for wanting things, and we often have no idea whether we’re actually motivated by altruism or a desire to hook up or a search for answers or what. I always get annoyed when in books or movies characters want clear things for clear reasons, because my experience of humanness is that I always want messy things for messy reasons.

How can you seperate those things though? The people are the place is the people.