It's fun to come back to the town where I went to school and see all the new Wildcat players

In a sense, evolution adheres to the classic twelve-step program: it takes things one day at a time. It does not strive for perfection; it does not strive at all. There is no progress, no plans, no scala natura, or scale of nature, that ranks organisms from lowly to superior, primitive to advanced.

Our minds hurtled outward in all directions. We became absurdly creative, Homo artifactus, intolerant of bare cave walls and naked clay pots.

I used to butcher my Barbies. I would draw hearts on their cheeks. I would give them haircuts and I would keep going because it would be uneven and they would be left bald

Don't all morals go out the window if they're hot enough?

As far as my journal, I want to share tour life with my fans

Touch is... one of the most ancient transactions, a defiance of the plasma membrane and the loneliness it brought.