You were one person alive and your brain was encased in a skull. There were other people out there. It took effort to be connected.

I just keep investing in the future, and I haven't reached the point where I'm not doing that.

Sometimes an alien would stand with a moose, not because of solidarity, but because of accidentally doing it.

One seemed simply to be here, less an accumulation of moments than a single arrangement continuously gifted from some inaccessible future.

I usually have Kafka biography in my bathroom. It's a book I can open at random and feel interested in immediately. It's really funny. With this book, since I'm opening it at random and immediately interested, I don't feel the need to read more than I want to read, in that there's not, like, a plot that leads me along. So I can stop whenever.

I cried when my ex-girlfriend sent me a text message saying how much she liked my present to her.

While other rich people might be like, "Once I'm rich I'm going to go on a vacation to wherever," but instead they just keep wanting to be more rich. It just seems like it would be fun to do whatever you wanted. If I were really rich I would be flying places, I think.