I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it?

I used to think that humor was the only way to appreciate how wonderful and terrible the world is, to celebrate how big life is. But now I think the opposite. Humor is a way of shrinking from that wonderful and terrible world.

...people with nothing to declare carry the most.

I'm less worried about accomplishment - as younger people always can't help but be - and more concerned with spending my time well, spending time with my family, and reading, learning things.

If people thought about food more like how we think about the environment, a lot of people would be eating differently and the whole system would look a lot different.

We need enormous pockets, pockets big enough for our families and our friends, and even the people who aren't on our lists, people we've never met but still want to protect. We need pockets for boroughs and for cities, a pocket that could hold the universe.

Tomorrow was over the horizon, and would take an entire day to reach.