The eye’s perception of texture is pale compared to the lips’, and I didn’t know what velvety was until I knew it with my lips. Oh, kissing. Oh, violin boy.

What a lovely display of personhood. He's like a good book cover that grabs your gaze. Read me. I'm fun but smart. You won't be able to put me down.

I’m not looking for fate. I’m seventeen. I’m looking for kissing, and to move forward a few paces on the game board. You know, do some Living. (With my lips.)

I don’t believe in prayer, but I do believe in magic, and I want to believe in miracles.

Life doesn’t need magic to be magical.(But a little bit sure doesn't hurt.)

I feel liquefied, like a cucumber forgotten in the crisper drawer, and I want to hold myself at arm's length and carry me to the trash. Who is this sack of slush masquerading as me? It's intolerable.

No man runs the race until he sees the dream.

You can slow it down but you can't change destiny.

What is a diary as a rule? A document useful to the person who keeps it dull to the contemporary who reads it and invaluable to the student centuries afterwards who treasures it!

I could hunker down by myself and listen closely to mixes, but then to be able to have a sounding board of peers to get advice and feedback.

Improving our national intelligence capabilities should remain a top priority and a continual process.

We can never have enough startups that are pursuing unique solutions to important problems.

I'm a man of my word.

Change your way of thinking, change your way of doing, change your way of choosing.

My aim is to understand love. I know how alive I felt when I was in love, and I know that everything I have now, however interesting it might seem, doesn't really excited me.

I'm a capitalist. I believe in capitalism. But capitalism only works if you have safety nets to deal with people who are naturally left behind and brutalized by it.