Wold domination is exhausting and cliche. People ought to just focus on being individual responsible citizens of the earth instead of assholes.

I figured being a bed salesman was a job of biblically bad paradox. I mean, here he was, forced to stand for eight or nine hours a day, and the whole time he’s surrounded by beds. And not only that, he’s surrounded by shoppers who see the beds and can’t help but think, Man, I’d love to lie down on that bed for a second. So not only does he have to stop himself from lying down, but he has to stop everyone else from doing it, too. I knew if I were him, I would be desperate for human company.

It's over when you decide it's over," Norah says. "When you call it a night. The rest is just a matter of where the sun is in the sky. That has nothing to do with us.

One of the failures of cellular communication is that tiredness often comes across as sadness.

Wherever I went, I was on the wrong end of the stampede.

But, you see, that's the luxury of being a lout - you get to be selective about when you care and when you don't. The rest of us get stuck when your care goes shallow.

What's better, I wonder - to be a toy for the humans, or to control your own destiny , even if the only way to do so is suicide?