The History Of The Universe In Three WordsCHAPTER ONEBang!CHAPTER TWOsssssCHAPTER THREEcrunch.THE END

The trouble with writing fiction is that it has to make sense, whereas real life doesn't.

By the usual reckoning, the worst books make the best films.

One should never regret one's excesses, only one's failures of nerve.

The trick, he supposed, was never to lose sight of the theoretical possibility while not for a moment taking the idea remotely seriously.

Welcome to the future, she thought, surveying all this wordage and tat. All our tragedies and triumphs, our lives and deaths, our shames and joys are just stuffing for your emptiness.

One believed what one was told to believe, what it made sense to believe. Unless one was a foreigner, of course, or a philosopher.

[M]y determined and strenuous endeavours to take in absolutely nothing of what I had regarded as entirely the most irrelevant part of my schooling had patently not met with total success

I have seen people who find that grief gives them something they never had before, and no matter how terrible and real their loss they choose to hug that awfulness to them rather than push it away.

[T]here can be a form of vanity in grief that is indulged rather than suffered.

the ignobility of thought and action that desperation born of indigence produces.

Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don't be afraid.

The first lesson of my life: nobody can face the world with his eyes open all the time.

I love the vastness of the ocean. I love its serenity, tranquility, humility, and purifying power.

When we have a narrative in mind, we often plug in anecdotes that confirm it.

Creativity often consists of merely turning up what is already there. Did you know that right and left shoes were thought up only a little more than a century ago?

A good aphorism is too hard for the tooth of time, and is not worn away by all the centuries, although it serves as food for every epoch.

for in the absence of God he had found Man. Man killing man, man helping man, both of them anonymous: the scourge and the blessing.

Make your face not look like your face by piling on like the heaviest makeup you can find and do it with some kind of brush that won't judge you.

If believers worship with gladness and passion, anyone not yet a part of the community certainly will be attracted to the One who is the object of their worship.

I wasn't a very athletic boy. I was once lapped in the long jump