The end of the world has come often, and continues to come.

How beautiful is forgetting! What relief it would be for the world to lose some of its contents.

She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.

Writers now are putting total faith in designers at Apple and Amazon. It's almost like a race-car driver having no input into how cars are designed.

Technology celebrates connectedness, but encourages retreat.

You can make great meals without meat that are, of course, much more healthy for the same price, but it takes a process of reeducation, just because Americans aren't familiar with how to cook vegetables anymore.

She was so beautiful, like someone who you will never meet, but always dream of meeting, like someone who is too good for you.