"Seriously -- I thought he was neat, way back in the day. 'This guy's stickin' it to the man, with his snarky demeanor and corporate crime-fighting chicken!' was more or less my thought (my inner voice here sounds a lot like Wally Cleaver). But you gotta grow up, sometime, or you stay a dumb teenager forever..." (>>)
"His spirits lifted a little. However bad things were, at least he wasn't taking care of small children on a bus trip. And he didn't have to care about the woman with the children, either. She was not his to care for. He didn't have to care about her or anyone else. He could smile at the woman, mildly empathetic, across a vast emotional chasm." (>>)
"I was striving to be a monastic, convinced it was the only option if I were not to be a materialist. I knew that greed was a corrosive, and that endless wanting is one of the surest ways of corrupting your soul. I wanted to be free from greed and live freely. In my sincerity, I misdirected the trajectory of my life course. I had concluded that the opposite of greed was poverty and that the solution to wanting was not having. But I would soon discover that the opposite of greed is not poverty, but generosity." (>>)
