I admire addicts. In a world where everybody is waiting for some blind, random disaster or some sudden disease, the addict has the comfort of knowing what will most likely wait for him down the road. He’s taken some control over his ultimate fate, and his addiction keeps the cause of his death from being a total surprise.
Hysteria is impossible without an audience. Panicking by yourself is the same as laughing alone in an empty room. You feel really silly.
How everything you ever love will reject you or die. Everything you ever create will be thrown away. Everything you’re proud of will end up as trash.
Game shows are designed to make us feel better about the random, useless facts that are all we have left of our education.
For the record, knowing when people are only pretending to like you isn’t such a great skill to have.
Don’t do what you want. Do what you don’t want. Do what you’re trained not to want. Do the things that scare you the most.