I've started to think it must just be chemistry, in which case we're looking for the Shift and we haven't found it yet.

If there is a next life, I hope it's in the past; I don't think the future will be any more handleable. I think it's a little harsh how the END button is red.

I work. And I think about work, and I freak out about work, and I think about how much I think about work, and I freak out about how much I think about how much I think about work, and I think about how freaked out I get about how much I think about how much I think about work.

One thing I've learnt recently: how to think nothing. Here's the trick: don't have any interest in the world around you, don't have any hope for the future, and be warm.

I found myself jealous of the people who wrote the books. They were dead and they were still taking up my time. Who did they think they were?

Do you even know who the enemy is?" "I think... it's me".

That's the number one thing I hear about humans. You have all these choices, so you're confused all the time, and you think so much that you're never happy.

My family shouldn't have to put up with me. They're good people, solid, happy. Sometimes when I'm with them I think I'm on television.

I had fooled myself into thinking that I was something important to the rest of the world.