"A hashtag is the Greek chorus of the Internet. It tells everyone what the theme is, but it doesn’t do it very well. It’s the laugh-track-gone-concerned on an ‘80s sitcom’s Very Special Episode—that hushed 'ooh'when something bad (yet solvable!) is about to happen. It’s what you mutter to someone in line next to you—who’s not listening. It’s lazy writing. It’s tell, don’t show. It’s a group of backup singers, lip-syncing."
"If you know how to play chess and you know how to box, you know how to chessbox."
"Food could be love of a sort, but chocolate won’t text to say it misses me during the day."
"That whole phrase exists because there was no definition for what was actually going on. When all the artists were doing what we now call Impressionism, they couldn't name it at the time so they just said, 'squiggly painting,' 'crazy artists.' That's what 'famous for being famous' sounds like to me: a person not being able to properly define what a movement is and what that movement was doing." —For those of you who always had the sense that Paris Hilton was some sort of art project, here is your sweet vindication.
"Males will do better if they seek out females that are less likely to kill and eat them, and these more obliging females will get more mates."