As much as life can suck, it always beats the alternative.

So I let her go, too. And I'm sorry.

If we restructure things to see that the hero's journey is a degree in astrophysics rather than a journey to star in a reality show, that's a better world.

There is always the risk: something is good and good and good and good, and then all at once it gets awkward. All at once, she sees you looking at her, and then she doesn't want to joke around with you anymore, because she doesn't want to seem flirty, because she doesn't want you to think she likes you. It's such a disaster, whenever, in the course of human relationships, someone begins to chisel away at the wall of separation between friendship and kissing.

It's hard to get movie studios to pay a lot of money for movies that don't have robots or explosions.

As far as all of our identities are dependent on how other people imagine us we are all making ourselves and each other up all the time

But you want to see shapes; you want to see stories, so you pick them out of the sky.