It’s a huge thing, this Shift, just as big as I imagined. My brain doesn’t want to think anymore; all of a sudden it wants to do.
I've had good moments scattered since then, times when I thought I was better, but that was the last day I felt triumphant.
I thought you were interesting. Why did you do what it said? I… I can’t think up a fake answer quickly enough. I’m a straight guy, you know. So if a girl talks to me or whatever, I’ll do exactly what...
I look up at her, rolling her mouth and smiling down. I look at the map. It’s not a brain, clearly; it’s a map; can’t she see the rivers and highways and interchanges? But I see how it could look like...
I had fooled myself into thinking that I was something important to the rest of the world.
I eat not because I want to, not because I have to overcome anything, not to prove myself to anyone, but because it's there. I eat because that's what people do. And somehow when the food is put in fr...
But I find God to be an ineffectual shrink. He adopts the do nothing method of therapy. You tell him your problems and he, ah, does nothing.
Bobby sips his coffee. If there wasn’t coffee on this earth, I’d be dead.
At least I’m giving someone an example not to follow.
A working brain is probably a lot like a map, where anybody can get from one place to another on the freeways.
A doctor comes into 22. She has long, dark hair and a pudgy face and bright green eyes. Hey. I’m Dr. Data. Dr. Data? Yes. Huh. I want to ask her if she’s an android, but that wouldn’t be very respectf...
One quarter of your life is spent as a minor; you might as well make the best of it.
When we got together we would start projects: an alarm clock torn apart and distributed over a wall, a stop-motion video of Lego people having sex, a Web site for pictures of toilets.
The sweating is awful. It’s not as bad as the not eating, but it’s weird—cold sweat, all over my forehead, having to be wiped off every two minutes, smelling like skin concentrate. People notice. It’s...
The Shift hasn't happened yet, maybe it never will, but sometimes-just enough times to give me hope-my brain jars back into where it's supposed to be.
That means you start today. This is an opportunity for you to explore your interests. So I ask you: what are your hobbies? Bad question, Monica. I don’t have any. Aha. None at all? No. I work, Monica,...
That made me happy. That was my Anchor.
Run. Eat. Drink. Eat more. Don't throw up. Instead, take a piss. Then take a crap. Wipe your butt. Make a phone call. Open a door. Rid your bik. Ride in a car. Ride in a subway. Talk. Talk to people....
Life can't be cured, but it can be managed.
It’s just… a possibility, like it’s a possibility that I could turn to dust in the next instant and be disseminated throughout the universe as an omniscient consciousness. It’s not a very likely possi...