I had a dream about you. The sky was green and the ground was blue. You spoke a song and I sang my thoughts. We ate lemonade and drank cookies. It all made perfect sense.

I had a dream about you. I licked your cone of ice cream. It was envelope flavored.

I just like music that sounds like music. Not like machines and computers and things that you design to make things sound slick and perfect.

I am a horrible visual artist. I can't fix a car, sew, knit, cook, etc. Statistically, there is more I don't do than do.

I'm so glad I'm not 20 years old anymore. I was in a hurricane. I'm a lot calmer now. I don't cause destruction for myself and others everywhere I go.

Great moments in science: Einstein discovers that time is actually money.

Our house was awash in books, and my mother doled out her favorites like they were special treats - which they were.

We wrote our first blog post before we wrote our first line of code.

Myrnin to Claire: "If anyone comes to bite you while I'm gone - well, try not to attract attention. Die quietly.

I've never left a game before it ended. You never know when there could be a big turnaround in the game.

You are not defined by an Instagram photo, by a 'Like,' by a comment. That does not define you.

It's hard these days to have a conversation, at least it is for me, about [Truman]Capote without "Good Night, and Good Luck" coming up in the same conversation.