.. the truth is what you can't see but are certain of anyway.

Why should I be sad? Everyone has to die. If you have a body, it's too late to cry. It's only funerals I can't stand.

You don't know where you are or where your dreams end and the world begins.

I laughed when I read about being born with two hearts, one of which is devoted only to destroying humanity.

You have to trust someone before you can have rituals with them.

I love that moment, when you stop struggling to stay awake and your eyelids shut sink down and you slip effortlessly into another realm that’s beckoning to you.

How do we know that our life really happened and that we are not simply accumulating details, making it all up as we go along?

Some days I wonder how I'll get through a whole lifetime of thinking. A life that's just words, words, words, shuffling around in my head. Was I born that way?

If I know something, I am not a victim. Victims don't know the meaning of their suffering. I am an enemy or a collaborator, not a victim.

It's true that I never wanted to grow up. But how important was it really — to have decided to be human?

Go beyond the sky!

When you argue with someone, you always argue at the level of the person with the lowest level of intelligence. You never argue up.

Culture primarily witnesses the absence of meaning, not it's presence.

pg. 301--"Saturday the weather couldn't decide if it was ready to fully entertain winter or if we were still stuck in the fall."pg.349--"...winter showed up in an angry, punishing fury...

Creative people are more prone to depression.

One can be a brother only in something. Where there is no tie that binds men, men are not united but merely lined up.

Tomorrow we may come this way, And take the hidden paths that run Towards the Moon or to the Sun

A handful of people who probably never even ran a small business actually think they can reinvent the health care system.

Mostly, I don't write overtly personal stuff.

He needs to have a strong heart, because critics don't have a heart.