But as far as being popular, yeah, I think Dave Barry is really funny.

When you stay in your room and rage or sneer or shrug your shoulders, as I did for many years, the world and its problems are impossibly daunting. But when you go out and put yourself in real relation to real people, or even just real animals, there’s a very real danger that you might end up loving some of them. And who knows what might happen to you then?

His tiredness hurt so much it kept him awake.

Fiction is a solution, the best solution, to the problem of existential solitude.

I admire your capacity for admiring.

If you want to have friends, you have to remember that nobody's perfect.

You encountered a misery near the end of the day and it took a while to gauge its full extent. Some miseries had sharp curvature and could be negotiated readily. Others had almost no curvature and you knew you'd be spending hours turning the corner. Great whopping-big planet-sized miseries.