They try to fight the waves, but they can’t fight the moon. They can’t fight the world’s rotation or the bathymetry of oceans or the inevitability that sometimes things just don’t work out.

I feel like we can do something really cool to this world. And I fear - at twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five - we might forget.

Aging is harder for beautiful people, and Anna was beautiful.

When the moon gets bored, it kills whales. Blue whales and fin whales and humpback, sperm, and orca whales: centrifugal forces don’t discriminate.

I saw everything in the world build up and then everything in the world fall down again.

We're so young. We can't, we MUST not loose this sense of possibility because in the end, it's all we have.

Tree planting is always a utopian enterprise, it seems to me, a wager on a future the planter doesn't necessarily expect to witness.

Our pets are our family.

And I learned that sometimes when someone says something so devastatingly perfect, there isn't a need for a response. The words said it all.

For me and most of the other writers I know, writing is not rapturous. In fact, the only way I can get anything written at all is to write really, really shitty first drafts.

They believe civilization weakens natural selection. They do nature’s work so that we do not become a soft race.

I am a big believer in visualization. I run through my races mentally so that I feel even more prepared.

Wall Street people learn nothing and forget everything.

You can't help parts of yourself leaking into other characters.

This city, all they want us to be is ourselves. You love us how we are. We’re all a work in progress as men and you still love us and I thank you so much for embracing us.

When I think of that dear rugged cross where the dear Saviour gave his all... When I feel like I'm on my last go round, see me through.