What we prefer to read is sort of like sexual preference, you like what you like. Most of the time you have no clue why.

Giving up something that no longer serves a purpose, or protects you, or helps you, isn’t giving up at all, it’s growing up.

No. But then the American Government--whatever branch--has never really grasped the concept of tribal identity.

I got out my jar of ointment. I knew animators who had special containers for the ointment. Crockery, hand-blown glass, mystical symbols carved into the sides. I used an old Mason jar that had once held Grandma Blake's green beans. Larry fished out a peanut butter jar with the label still on it. Extra-crunchy. Yum-Yum.

Sometimes love isn't about being smart. Sometimes it's about being stupid together.

If your life works, and you work in it, then it’s okay, whatever is happening is okay.

That was the problem with loving people: it made you weak. It made you need them. It made the thought of not having them the worst thing in the world.