Hey, if it's a good philosophy, it works. Death is imminent. Live every day like it's your last.

Jolie laide = "pretty ugly" Draws you to it...bored into heart and mind.

Safe, I decided, didn't leave much room for fun.

My confidence was of the hothouse variety, carefully cultivated under highly regulated conditions. One wrong look, one mean comment, and my facade would wither.

You don't need a geochache for this one." "You don't, huh?" "Nope.. here I am. Here I am.

What swells inside me is a love so boundless, I am the sunrise and sunset. I am Liberty Bell in the Cascades. I am Beihai Lake. I am every beautiful, truly beautiful, thing I've ever seen, captured in my personal Geographia, the atlas of myself.

Inertia is so easy—don't fix what's not broken. Leave well enough alone. So we end up accepting what is broken, mistaking complaining for action, procrastinating for deliberation.