Sometimes the way you think about someone isn't the way they actually are.

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

Breaking down that wall is the kind of story that might have a happy middle - oh, look, we broke down this wall, I'm going to look at you like a girl and you're going to look at me like a boy, and we're going to play a fun game called Can I Put My Hand There What About There What About There.

The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rock star and you'll think "they'll remember me now," but (a) they don't remember you, and (b) all you leave behind are more scars. Your coup becomes a dictatorship. Your minimall becomes a lesion.

The nature of impending fatherhood is that you are doing something that you're unqualified to do, and then you become qualified while doing it.

When we think of death, we often imagine it as happening in degrees: We think of a sick person becoming less and less alive until finally they are gone.

You say you're not special because the world doesn't know about you, but that's an insult to me. I know about you.