I love that the first people the Statue of liberty invites are the tired. Is it only tired? Can the exhausted and burnt out come too?
I wouldn’t need to increase the dosage if the rest of the world would just lower their emotional expectations for the next year.
What are we even saving daylight for?
“‘He who leads must also follow.’ That’s true, but I don’t have to follow a stupid leader.”
“Never trust someone’s option if they don’t know anything.”
The truth is, I’m late because I was waiting for a call that said that the office was on fire.
One for the challenges of being a nonfiction writer is that you can’t tell half of your friends when you’ve finally gotten published. Chances are they did something stupid you spent several weeks of your time and talent judging them for it.
Perhaps the freedom to make bad decisions is the biggest privelege of them all.
It seems kind of insensitive to keep referring to the resurrection at a funeral. Like, God, why are you rubbimg it in?
No one thinks you’re funny when you’re depressed.