Women wanted to be viewed as equals to men. So men were like, 'You wanna be viewed as equal to me, then open your own damn door.' But I still don't view it as an excuse to be an a**hole.

I was eleven, the idea of two identical digits in my age still new and spectacular and heartbreaking. The girls must have felt this. They must have known. Where had ten, nine, eight, and seven gone?

I love the excess of Christmas. The shopping season that begins in September, the bad pop star recordings of Christmas carols, the decorations that don't know when to come down.

There are so many different reasons as to why I love riding trains. But I think ultimately it's the romantic feeling of it. There's something about it that just transports me into old films.

I moved through the days like a severed head that finishes a sentence.

I often learn more about myself from listening to the life story of a friend than I do reflecting on my own story.

The idyllic mayhem of two cultures colliding just doesn't seem as funny anymore.

All that destiny garbage. Nobody can decide what happens to you. Nobody but you.

There are worse things than a lie and there are better things than the truth!

After death there is nothing.

So, sleep deprivation, and sometimes an insomnia, which is a little bit of a different form, but just getting a lack of sleep, can lead to a number of different decrements.