If it had and answer, it wouldn't really be love, would it?

It can be challenge enough to have to eat with myself.

I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone.

Highs and lows make you feel that things matter, but they're nothing." "So what's something?" "Being reliable is something. Being good.

We all choose things, and we also all choose against things. I want to be the kind of person who chooses for more than chooses against.

Everything is the way it is because everything was the way it was. Sometimes I feel ensnared in this, as if no matter what I do, what will come has already been fixed.

Whether we're talking about fish species, pigs, or some other eaten animal, is such suffering the most important thing in the world? Obviously not. But that's not the question. Is it more important that sushi, bacon, or chicken nuggets? That's the question.