We all matter - maybe less then a lot but always more than none.

Easy comfort isn't comforting

I stood under the awning for a moment, but finally I decided that being in a bad mood with your friends beats being in a bad mood without them.

And yet still I worried. I like being a person. I wanted to keep at it. Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

Love is the most common miracle.

I love being in cities with lots of other people, because I'm reminded that there are billions of people like me, and we are each stuck inside of our minds, feverishly trying to crawl out to make connections with other people.

Not the brightest gem in the jewelry shop, but you've got to admire his single-minded dedication to drug abuse.