Furiously Happy: A Funny Book About Horrible Things

I could remind myself that as soon as I had the strength to get up out of bed I would again turn my hand to being furiously happy. Not just to save my life, but to make my life.

Benedict Cumberbatch is like Alan Rickman Benjamin Buttoning.

How can we be expected to properly judge ourselves? We know all of our worst secrets. We are biased, and overly critical, and occasionally filled with shame. So you’ll have to just trust me when I say that you are worthy, important, and necessary. And smart.

Necessity is the mother of invention but boredom is the mother of doing bafflingly stupid shit.

Everyone has human heads in their closet. Sometimes the heads are secrets, or unsaid confessions, or quiet fears.

But I believe that usually your kids’ positive qualities come less from your making them awesome and more from just not intentionally squashing the random things they’re inherently born with that make them awesome.

I wish someone had told me this simple but confusing truth: Even when everything’s going your way you can still be sad. Or anxious. Or uncomfortably numb.

it’s when you’re convinced that any success you have is due to luck and that at any moment everyone will realize that you are a tremendous loser and that you aren’t as cool as they thought you were.