It was bewildering, the way that reality could be overtaken, wrestled down, and murdered by the sheer weight of possibility.

When my father wrote about fate, I think he was writing about the reality that is, when there are so many other realities that could have been.

Sadness, forever unacknowledged, eventually becomes resentment.

And anyway, the anticipation was always worse than the thing itself - the anticipation and the memory, of course. And the anticipation of the memory was maybe the worst part of all.

We are inscrutable even to ourselves, I suppose.

There's an intimacy in listening to somebody's lies, I've always thought--you learn more about someone from the things they wish were true than from the things that actually are.

I think the only way to properly face doom is to be on time.

You have a right to perform your prescribed duties, but you are not entitled to the fruits of your actions.

Imagine trusting silence more than any thought you can come up with.

My feeling about the Internet or anything else is that the more it tends to become a cult, the more I want to call it into question.

Along with planes, running water, electricity, and motorized transportation, the internet is now a fundamental fact of modern life.

I think you hear a lot of people say 'I support the troops' and all of that, but I really feel deeply that I do.

In striving to produce an attractive headline, the copywriter should not emphasize the "quick, easy way" to such an extent that the headline becomes unbelievable.

I always had stories inside my head and one day I just decided to start writing them down. I didn't actually decide.

While I was looking the other way your fire went out. Left me with cinders to kick into dust, what a waste of the wonder you were

Emotions get in the way but they don't pay me to start crying at the loss of 269 lives. They pay me to put some perspective on the situation.

True friends say good things behind your back and bad things to your face.