The strange anthropological lesson of social media is that human beings, if given a choice, often prefer to socialise alone.

What was more humiliating, I wondered: having to beg for someone's cold chicken bones or being offered them?

I feel like my head is finally the right size. I feel like it finally fits around my mind.

Just breathing can be such a luxury sometimes.

A writer is someone who tells you one thing so someday he can tell his readers another thing: what he was thinking but declined to say, or what he would have thought had he been wiser. A writer turns his life into material, and if you're in his life, he uses yours, too.

A writer turns his life into material, and if you’re in his life, he uses yours, too.

You thought you were found but you realize that you were lost, and someday you may discover that you're lost now.