Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

And yes, again, that was it exactly. A retyper and not a writer. A prodigy and not a genius.

Nothing's wrong. Everything's right. Things couldn't be righter. Things could be less tired. They could be less busy. They could be less caffeinated. But they couldn't be righter.

Nothing has ever looked like that ever in all of human history.

It has been my experience that maximizing income is a helluva lot less important than maximizing passion and fulfillment in your both professionally and personally.

I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.

If I ever end up being the kind of person who has one kid and seven bedrooms. Do me a favor and shoot me.