There will come a time, when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything.

The internet is necessarily public. It can be filtered-public or censored-public, but it necessarily has to be open and available.

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

You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.

It's like people believe all you need to do is like the same bands in order to be soulmates. Or book. Oh my god...you like The Outsiders too...it's like we're the same person! No, we're not. It's like we have the same English teacher. There's a difference.

I had a moral opposition to eating before dawn on the grounds that I was not a nineteenth-century Russian peasant fortifying myself for a day in the fields.

It's bad for your brain not to unplug.