Wishing for control is like wishing for the rapture.
Life is fucking confusing. I don’t know anything, and neither do you.
Crazy things seem normal, normal things seem crazy.
Within these strangely specific conditions, everything is perfect. We are perfect.
Sarcasm is when you tell someone the truth by lying on purpose.
Everybody is wrong about everything, just about all the time.
If you’ve spent any time trolling the blogosphere, you’ve probably noticed a peculiar literary trend: the pervasive habit of writers inexplicably placing exclamation points at the end of otherwise unremarkable sentences. Sort of like this!...
Hitler is the human catch-all for all other terrible humans.
Presidents lie all the time. Really great presidents lie. Abraham Lincoln managed to end slavery in America partially by deception. (In an 1858 debate, he flatly insisted that he had no intention of abolishing slavery...
F. Scott Fitzgerald believed inserting exclamation points was the literary equivalent of an author laughing at his own jokes, but that’s not the case in the modern age; now, the exclamation point signifies creative confusion....
The desire to be cool is—ultimately—the desire to be rescued.