After all, when you’re on your deathbed and look back on your life, you don’t want to have regrets, right?
Cool is restrained, but not repressed, passion.
I am rarely calm as I drive through San Francisco.
Death is not nothing.
I admit it: I have been seduced by the figure of the network and have applied it readily to the internet.
Please do not misunderstand me.
We speak indirectly, always and necessarily, our words at some angle to our sentiment, action, desire, will — even to our needs!
The cards are stacked against us, at every turn, in so many insidious ways.
What a painful, ugly, exquisite gift!
When all goes smoothly, it bodes well for the day.