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I always liked stories about eccentric royals doing mad things.

There’s often a short window between realizing the right thing to do and doing it, where a person goes crazy for a bit.

When you’re young, making a bucket list – things you want to do before you die — feels like you’re choosing prizes that will arrive in the mail later.

Last week I had a friend for dinner, and she convinced me to do one of her favorite activities afterward: lie on the grass in the park and look at the sky.

Here’s an experiment for a true daredevil.

When you die, you appear before a studio audience and they give you a standing ovation.

I’m pretty sure the best answer to every problem can be encapsulated in one simple dictum.

The night before you travel somewhere, order your favorite pizza, eat some of it for dinner, and seal the rest in a bag and put it in the freezer.

I keep reading books from the 19th century and earlier, fiction and nonfiction, because I envy something about the lives of the people in them.

I’m obsessed with the idea that a guy who wears jeans and drives a Jeep today is basically the same creature that wore animal skins and lived on hand-caught river fish 20,000 years ago.

I remember a surreal moment about twenty years ago, which felt like the beginning of something bad, and it was.

The human being is an enjoyment-seeking creature.