In an online community You don’t have to commute But your sins will never be commut…
The central paradox of our broken world is known through the feeling of unsurprised disappointment Hope is the belief
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
It’s only once you realize There’s no such thing As your own success That you avoid becoming A victim of your own success
Whenever it looks like the Jews have finally been accepted by their host culture you can be sure that trouble for the Jews
I believe in a future in which man perfects the art of expressing his discontent in bushes that look like clouds
The trick is to craft a conformism so elaborate that you convince yourself it’s bespoke
Rock and roll may be dead but it’s got one of the great corp… like a dead horseshoe crab
Thinking the best of myself My best thinking Got me here, Before God
Death and danger are our lot Look at what my kid can do is what’s been wrought
We’re told the space between galaxies is expanding but mightn’t the space within galaxies
Hell isn’t other people– Hell is waiting in line behind other people
We’ve gone from individuals distinguishing themselves from the… begging to differ– “Whatever it is, I’m against it”- to groups
My wife I mean my life Is a fulfillment of dreams Where I wish I were wearing pants
If you have to ask how much pursuing it will cost you then you’ve already given way on your desire
