It was a test of a fragile trust. It was a test of our curiosity and fascination, which walked side by side with our fear. A test of whether we preferred to be ignorant or unsafe.

That's how the madness of the world tries to colonize you: from the outside in, forcing you to live in its reality.

I didn’t answer her. All I could have said was I don’t know, a sentence that was becoming a kind of witness to our own ignorance or incompetence. Or both.

I looked not for shooting stars but for fixed ones, and I would try to imagine what kind of life lived in those celestial tidal pools so far from us.

Has there always been someone like me to bury the bodies, to have regrets, to carry on after everyone else was dead?

I had long ago stopped believing in promises. Biological imperatives, yes. Environmental factors, yes. Promises, no.

Maybe he would see me as weak and stupid. Maybe he was right.

No doubt concentration camps were a means, a menace used to keep order.

One thing about failing repeatedly: If you're still doing it after you've failed that much, you really mean it.

Adam Smith actually took all his best ideas and lines from sources from medieval Persia. But one thing he doesn't take is the underlying assumption they have that the basis of a market is mutual aid.

If it's not chocolate, it's not breakfast.

What message is needed when heart speaks to heart?

Any great movie in the old days has a red herring. Hitchcock was so good at that.

A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.

My father's wit, and my mother's tongue, assist me!

I try to create songs that are really massive and intense, but at the same time remaining honest and raw.