memories fall apart too.

I'm sorry," she says. I wheel around. "You know, you're a total know-it-all. And it's incredibly rude sometimes; I mean, you're not perfect either, and you act like it's my fault but it's not my fault for being quiet or your fault for being a know-it-all. It's not your problem or my problem; it's their problem. They're the demented ones, not us, so don't take it out on me, because the only thing that holds things together for me is having someone else on the Not Demented Team.

The ideas of directing attention outward, trying to imagine other people complexly, trying not to see myself as the center of the universe - these concepts have become important to me, and I hope they're at work in my life on a minute-by-minute basis.

Our role as humans is to recognize the complexity of others.

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

The only thing worse than having a party that no one attends is having a party attended only by two vastly, deeply uninteresting people.

That feeling of finishedness does not come all at once, and it is not easily won, but I think once you get there it is hard to go back.