No woman can be handsome by the force of features alone, any more that she can be witty by only the help of speech.
Denial: my family heritage. If you don't ask the questions, the truth will never inconvenience you.
If I weren't a writer, I'd be a psychiatrist.
The woman I was seems hopelessly naive. I envy her.
Judgment is such a useful shield, isn't it? We can hide behind it, rise above others on its crest, keep ourselves safe and separate.
Today something interesting happened. I died.
I don't believe in mistakes. Never have. I believe that there are a multitude of paths before us and it's just a matter of which way we walk home. I don't believe in regret. If you regret things about your life, than I'll bet that you're not paying attention. Regret is just imagining that you know what would have happened if you took that job in California or married your high-school sweetheart or just looked one more time before you stepped out into the street. . . or didn't. But you don't know; you can't possibly know.
A human doesn't have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.
If you set goals for yourself, and you're like a lot of other people, you probably realize it's not that your goals are physically impossible that's keeping you from achieving them; it's that you lack the self-discipline to stick to them. It's physically possible to lose weight. It's physically possible to exercise more.
The best work in the world was always done by members of the aristocracy.
Social media is the ultimate canary in the coal mine