“Always lists to be made, as if writing items in neat vertical rows might stave off randomness and chaos.”

The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.

In his dreadful lassitude and objectless rage, Cobain seemed to have give wearied voice to the despondency of the generation that had come after history, whose every move was anticipated, tracked, bought and sold before it had even happened. Cobain knew he was just another piece of spectacle, that nothing runs better on MTV than a protest against MTV; knew that his every move was a cliché scripted in advance, knew that even realizing it is a cliché. The impasse that paralyzed Cobain in precisely the one that Fredric Jameson described: like postmodern culture in general, Cobain found himself in ‘a world in which stylistic innovation is no longer possible, where all that is left is to imitate dead styles in the imaginary museum.

There are no safe choices. Only other choices.

Let others lead small lives, but not you. Let others argue over small things, but not you. Let others cry over small hurts, but not you. Let others leave their future in someone else's hands, but not you.

Politics determine who has the power, not who has the truth.

As for the notion of standing on your own, it’s no longer considered honorable or desirable. It makes you suspect, if not ridiculous.

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful committed individuals can change the world. In fact, it's the only thing that ever has.

Look to the future, because that is where you'll spend the rest of your life.