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

But if you consider all the unlikely things together, at least one of them will probably happen to each of us.

We have this weird thing in the world where you don't get insulted for what you do, you get insulted for who you are.

When I was in college, I remember fearing that the dreary grind of adulthood would feature infinitely more existential dread than frat parties had, but the opposite has been true for me. I'm much less likely to feel that gnawing fear of aimlessness and nihilism than I used to be and that's partly because education gave me job opportunities, but it's mostly because education gave me perspective and context.

Real gangster-ass Nerdfighters don't run from nothing... 'cause real gangster-ass Nerdfighters can't run fast.

Like the way the sun is right now, with the long shadows, and that kind of bright, soft light you get when the sun isn't quite setting? That's the light that makes everything better, everything prettier, and today, everything just seemed to be in that light.

I'm just reveling in the glory of not having to hear the neediness and impotence of my own voice.