You can order yourself to treasure a moment, to cling tight to a feeling and never let it fade, but it’s your brain, that three-pound lump of hamburger, that makes the final call.

Even as I think them, the words lose their context, dissolve into grains of absurdity in the vast ocean of day-to-day hunger.

I’m alone, stumbling through the city in the dark, trying not to let the night freeze my blood.

The ethics of eating people are blurry at best in the fog of my undead amnesia, but I expect more for such a high price. What I want are the moments I will never have. The warm ones. The living ones.

Maybe eventually winter will finish our job for us and end the world in ice instead of blood.

In my reality all the mosquitoes are vampires and all fireflies are dragons.

On the rocks of a bay so blue, it made her gray eyes glow.

We always long for forbidden things k and desire what is denied us.

We might neglect our future selves because of some failure of belief or imagination.

Cycling is suffering.

My thinking is, if we're setting out to make comedy in which nothing is off limits, then everybody is fair game.

I'm a big star. I don't need to be dealing with you peasants!

We are bound to earth by desire and also to God, heaven, and the angels. A slave is a slave whether to man, to God, or to angels.

In America, I don't know how much longer the environment is going to exist. I sort of strongly believe that we're in danger.

The difficulty, the ordeal, is to start.