Nothing means anything but you still have to follow the rules.

But I quite like the way you can talk about science without necessarily using mathematics, but using metaphors instead.

I think about stories and their logic and wonder if there can be any such thing as simply "there is a book.

Homeopaths argue that water has a memory.

If something wants to be a story, it will be.

But the ground shakes, as if something's trying to push up from below, and I think of other people's mothers shaking out their duvets or even God shaking out the fabric of space-time.

I sit up in bed slowly, feeling the disappointment trickle away like puddles after a rain shower.

I feel like crying. There's something so sad about broken concrete.

There's something romantic about it, of course, in the way only other people's lives can be.

The sky is grey, with a thin TV-static drizzle that hangs in the air like it's been freeze-framed.

Sometimes I wake up with such an immense sense of disappointment that I can hardly breathe.

Corpses sour you. They are bad for objectivity.

The only reason I'm writing this down is to show how human reason, even very sharp and exact human reason, can get crazily confused and thrown off the track.

In school, I could hear the leaves rustle and go on a journey.

The person who did all of these things has gone away, vanished without a trace in the ecstasy of existence.

Many a housewife staring at the back of her husband's newspaper, or listening to his breathing in bed is lonelier than any spinster in a rented room.

What would happen is that people like Geroge and Alyx would grow old and die chasing a dream. Although there were probably worse things to do with one's life.

Life sucks order from a sea of disorder.

Humility opens the door of opportunity.

o this idea that we fail to stop these things because there's not awareness about them, or that we need better early warning information, I'm increasingly skeptical of.

I still live my life the way that I want to live it, and people are very respectful of my space, but they also want to chat, and I quite like chatting.