There are some people out there who don't wait for what come next. They decide what should come next and they go and make it happen.

I’m living in separate universes, and I have no idea where I actually belong.

I loved her for so long. Our past trails behind us like a comet's tail, the future stretched out before us like the universe. Things happen. People get lost and love breaks.

I may not be old but I’m too old to have this much nothing

Everyone always wants to know how you can tell when it's true love, and the answer is this: when the pain doesn't fade and the scars don't heal, and it's too damned late.

Sometimes it’s heartbreaking to see your siblings as the people they’ve become. Maybe that’s why we all stay away from each other as a matter of course.

It would be a terrible mistake to go through life thinking that people are the sum total of what you see.

I blame Hollywood for skewing perspectives. Life is just a big romantic comedy to them, and if you meet cute, happily ever-after is a forgone conclusion.

Even under the best of circumstances, there's just something so damn tragic about growing up.

You lost your wife, Douglas. My heartbreaks for you, it really does. But I lose my husband every day, all over again. And I don’t even get to mourn.

I've never been shot, but this probably what it feels like, that second of nothingness right before the pain catches up to the bullet.

Hell is a conspiracy, and the first requirement of a conspiracy is that it remain underground.

It would be nice if the poor were to get even half of the money that is spent in studying them.

I couldn't get the laughter out of my head. It wasn't career. It wasn't even a choice. It was a calling.

Just for the record, the weather today is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bullshit.

I have a variety of friends I climb with. But the common thing is I trust all of them. They're solid climbers, the sort of people I trust to know what they're doing.

As hideous and dumb as it sounds, I wouldn't be at all surprised by an invasion of Iraq on September II. I'll take a long shot bet on that.

The purpose of fiction is to combat loneliness.

It is a common saying, and in everybody's mouth, that life is but a sojourn.

I like to sing along to Annie Lennox and pretend to be as sassy as her.

Life is too transcendentally humorous for a man not to take it seriously. Compared with it, Death is but a shallow jest.