No one seems to see (least of all me) that being all you can be isn’t about clutching superiority– it’s for abjuring mediocrity

The reason God made us mortal Is the reason hiding in plain sigh… So that Knowing we must die anyway We might choose

As the Zamboni driver erasing everything that just happe… so it can all happen again I am preparing for my own death

As ever There is the easy way And the hard way The hard way Is being condemned to a freedom

I don’t care about birds but I thrill when the squirrels can’t get to the birdseed

Every writer has mistaken his shotgun for a rifle– He may hit where he aims but he will also surely miss In discharging his will to power

I believe because I doubt sounds absurd until you realize that if there’s no doubt about it you are not free to choose

Because a man is only as good as h… you’ll know he means what he says when you see him do it But on social media a man is only his words

I know I think, Therefore I am All knowing Unless

If you travel through time it’s always the best of times and the worst of times; it’s just the ratio

The crucial ingredient for random mutation to drive evolution is a surplus of time But nothing

I went to bed after a gabfest and had a bad dream that I woke up on, nay in, silent retreat

The only thing harder in sports Than hitting a baseball Is writing This maxim applies to every human… Especially writing

I survived my humiliation By treating it like a joke Through becoming a joke myself In order to in turn survive my bec… I became a running joke