Here's to all the places we went. And all the places we'll go. And here's to me, whispering again and again and again and again: iloveyou

By the power of the superglue beer sword, I designate you my driver!

I told him they built a statue of Schultz, and then he said that a monument is cold comfort to a dead man, and then I said that the statue was built not for Schultz, but for us--to remind us how to be human.

I have to tell you man, that my stalker meter is kind of registering in the red zone right now.

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

Walt Whitman is HOT! I mean, that guy could sound his barbaric yawps over the roofs of my world any time.

We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either.