By 1950, roads spanned across the continent. By 1980, the Interstate Highway System reached into 48 states linking all major U.S. cities. By 2008, there were 2,734,102 miles of paved public roads in the U.S. (with an additional 1,324,245 miles of unpaved public roads). In four generations, the U.S.…
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These last five days have been magic. I feel so happy and nervous at the same time. This is my first girlfriend so I don’t even know what to do. I don’t know what to talk about. I don’t even know how to sit.
You’re a great person, and I’ll never be afraid of what’s going on with you.’
I can't stand moral absolutism. You know, there's always that guy who wants to point out that Martin Luther King cheated on his wife-- as if he obviously couldn't have been a great person if he did something like that. Or someone will bring out an inspirational quote, and get you to agree, and then…
I'm not sure if people have become less interesting, or if I'm just less interested in people.
It was happening. And just because it didn’t happen forever, doesn’t mean it wasn’t valuable.’
I’m realizing that a good relationship with my parents will always require doing exactly what they say.
I can’t expect good relationships to happen just because I exist.
If I think back, I get depressed. If I think ahead, I get afraid.
I grew up in the suburbs. I used to think that I could write a prescription for a poor man: ‘Get a job, save your money, pull yourself up by the bootstraps.’ I don’t believe that anymore. I was ignorant to the experiences of poor people. I’d invite anyone to come and meet the people who live in this…
Do you decide what kind of leader you are based on who’s watching?
[On PTSD] It’s the most embarrassing thing a grown man can experience. It’s like having a nightmare while awake.
You’re encased in a disastrous matrix of fear and loathing.
Burn all your bridges. Who cares? You’re all lying to each other. You all hate each other more than you love each other.
The closest you can get to freedom is anonymity. Fame is the worst prison of them all. Because then people have ideas about you and ideas about your life. And if you’re not what they expect then they will fuck you up.
There was a terrified child inside of him. He wanted to love. And he wanted to be loved. He just didn’t know how.
She counted her rosary beads and condemned the world.