Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

And imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

Our children are weird. Nicely phrased.

We are engaged here in the most important pusuit in history. The search for meaning. What is What is the nature of being a person? What is the best way to go about being a person?How did we come to be, and wha will become of us when we are no longer? In short: What are the rules this game, and how might we best play it?

Ben Starling, you better not have bought your token black friend a racist shirt

At some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you'll look back down and see that you floated away, too.

And as paralyzing and upsetting as all the never agains were, the final leaving felt perfect. Pure. The most distilled possible form of liberation. Everything that mattered except one lousy picture was in the trash, but it felt so great. I started jogging, wanting to put even more distance between myself and school. It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.