Rick, I'm holding a do-I-give-a-shit-ometer in my hand, and the needle's not moving. Shut up.
To acknowledge God is to fully accept the sorrow of the human condition.
You know, I think the people I feel saddest for are the ones who once knew what profoundness was, but who lost or became numb to the sensation of wonder, who felt their emotions floating away and just...
But when you're caked in your own leavings, you don't really mind being hit with brutally hard jets of water.
When you're young, you always feel that life hasn't yet begun—that life is always scheduled to begin next week, next month, next year, after the holidays—whenever. But then suddenly you're old and the...
When you crop a photo, you tell a lie.
The world was so unbearably pretty, and it continued being so all the way down the mountain to school. I felt slightly high because of the beauty, and the inside of my head tickled. I wondered if this...
The richness of the rain made me feel safe and protected; I have always considered the rain to be healing—a blanket—the comfort of a friend. Without at least some rain in any given day, or at least a...
God, I wish he and I had been genuinely close as opposed to the Don't-they-look-nice-together-in-the-airbrushed-family-portrait close.
People listening to songs are like people reading novels: for a few minutes, for a few hours, someone else gets to come in and hijack that part of your brain that's always thinking. A good book or son...
In the spirit of Ethan's neurosis, we made a drywall list of keyboard buttons we would like to see: PLEASE, THANK YOU, FUCK OFF, DIE, OOPS...MY MISTAKE, DO SOMETHING COOL AND SURPRISE ME .
I think that to acknowledge a new generation is to acknowledge some degree of obsolescence in yourself, and that is very hard to do and often comes with undeniable anger.
You keep waiting for the moral of your life to become obvious, but it never does. Work, work, work: No moral. No plot. No eureka! Just production schedules and days. You might as well be living inside...
We are all of us born with a letter inside us, and that only if we are true to ourselves, may we be allowed to read it before we die.
«…you’re too old not to have had, how shall I say, certain experiences. You’ve had bad internet dates. You’ve had people be creeps to you. You’ve seen what you’ve seen; you’ve felt what you’ve felt. I...
We're told by TV and Reader's Digest that a crisis will trigger massive personal change--and that those big changes will make the pain worthwhile. But from what he could see, big change almost never h...
In periods of rapid personal change, we pass through life as though we are spellcast. We speak in sentences that end before finishing. We sleep heavily because we need to ask so many questions as we d...
When you think about Twitter and you think what a dumb stupid throwaway technology, and then you have the Iranian elections and it actually saves the day - you can't prejudge technologies now because...
I was at Emily Carr College of Art and Design in Vancouver for four years, and I loved it.
There's something fun about Sharpies that's really hard to articulate.