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
The world is a cast of characters Social media is a caste of caricatures
If you travel through time it’s always the best of times and the worst of times; it’s just the ratio
What looks like the wreckage of my life is just my crumple zone doing its job
The only reason that people wear clothes is because they have language
A smart phone is 1/7 billionth of a doomsday machine
Maybe We’re all Late bloomers
The world to come will be Exactly the same But for one startling difference: God’s love will never go unrequite…
If you want to feel a little bit guilty just break a rule or two But if you want to feel well and truly guilty
We mistake the feeling of control for the feeling of freedom when freedom actually consists of the courage to take risks Those who encourage us
It’s the odd couple that isn’t always trying to even the score
I’ve been racking my brains for the perfect response to accusations of perfectionism only to land at a conundrum: a confession of false modesty is
By keeping us on screen text messages, direct messages, et… are always mixed messages of the Trust, but verify
Social media has made the famous so accessible that it’s like you can see the face of… but instead of dying you want to take a nap
Just because we’re not in control Doesn’t mean we’re out of control The rest is commentary