I like cats.
I like cars.
And yes, I twitch a bit. No big deal.
Miles Vorkosigan series by Louis McMaster Bujold
Robert Heinlein, Isaac Asimov, and Orson Scott Card.
ASOIAF, by GRRM
Harry Potter, 1984 - George Orwell, Brave New World - Aldous Huxley, Fight Club - Chuck Palahniuk
Does Wikipedia count?
Children of Men, Crash, The Killing Fields, Akira, Interstellar American History X, Ghost in the Shell, Tron Legacy, Super Troopers, Lords of Dogtown, The Breakfast Club
Good car movies
Ex. Le Mans, Rush, Bullitt, Grand Prix, TT3D, Senna, Love the Beast, Drive, The Driver American Graffiti, Gone in 60 seconds (1974), Mad Max, Smokey and the Bandit, Vanishing Point
Game of Thrones, Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul, The Wire, True Detective, Futurama, The Sopranos, Top Gear (RIP), Archer Battlestar Galactica, Generation Kill
If I lose these, put me out of my misery with an anvil or piano from sufficient height. Other things, I can do without, albeit less pleasantly.
A sturdy multitool.
I marvel at the sheer scale of modern cities; thousands of strangers living completely separate lives bouncing into each other without so much as a second glance. Sardines in cans of concrete and iron.
Massive machines of metal and oil that move us at speeds many magnitudes more than our malleable mortal forms were ever meant to go. Every day we commute distances that our ancestors wouldn't travel in their entire lifetimes. Yet we expect these incomprehensibly complicated contraptions that convey us to continue perfectly every time, on time. And they usually do. We buy and sell them for prices that could provide food to an entire Bangladeshi village for a month.
Continent spanning networks of transmission lines, underwater cables stretching across entire oceans, radio waves and microwaves emitted and received in every pocket; billions upon billions of dollars and entire adult lives devoted to maintaining our ability to send a message across the globe in a split second when those same words would have taken months in our grandparents time. All so that under appreciative pricks like ourselves can send meaningless shit like "sup babe wanna hook up" to girls we've never even seen with our own eyes.
We all experience our own unique slice of this world; but that isn't good enough for me. I want to know more, to understand further, to delve into someone apart from myself. The truest cure for arrogance is to face the infinite breadth of that which you do not understand; that which you have yet to achieve. Through that complexity, I cling to humility.
I also think about cute cats, pretty girls, fast cars and sex. They're nice too.
If you can drive stick, because that is awesome and sexy.
If you can't drive stick, because I'd like to teach you.