I kicked college nostalgia in my late 20s. As much as I loved college and treasure the memories, I no longer want to go back.

All of the things I used to obsess over, I'm no longer as obsessed with. I have new concerns but they're a little more existential or cosmic.

I distinguish sentiment from sentimentality. Sentimentality makes your skin crawl. It's like too much sugar. But, sentiment is a great feeling.

I haven't left the house without a packet of Kleenex in my back pocket for as long as I can remember. Whenever I start thinking I'm incredibly cool, the packet of Kleenex in my back pocket brings me right back down to earth.

Everyone has expectations. You just don't want to have them dashed, so you're quiet about them.

Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar...