Top Highlights

• I don’t think you’re in danger. I think you’re doing just fine. You’ve found a hiding place to wait out this dark time in our lives, this long winter. You’re hibernating—that’s what you’re doing. Your heart rate has slowed, you eat your three meals a day, and you’re enjoying the comfort of the walls around you, your practically nullified existence.
• I believed in the possibility of starting over, seizing the loose reins of my life, pulling them tight. And I wasn’t angry; I wasn’t angry back then.
• And I remember looking at him, a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old kid among other angry sixteen- or seventeen-year-old kids, thinking that it made no sense, that the laws of life as we know them did not justify the existence of a person that sad. Xavier’s depression came out of nowhere.
• In short, the problem was this: we created a social network where people who needed help could meet others who were willing to give it; for the first eleven months the site was online, twenty-two people signed up—fourteen of them never posted; four posted regularly, asking for someone to give them a hand job, or wipe their ass, or cut their toenail...
• Finally, the man in question will end up living in the country at the top of the table and will be as happy as it’s possible to be on this planet.”