You know, if you leave something unresolved into winter, it has a way of dragging itself all the way into spring.

It’s a truth that exists in defiance of the cynicism of the world.

I cannot tell you with any great certainty where I am from, what I do, or what I did, for as soon as the telling begins the things that happened change. The only thing I can tell you reliably is that soon I will be dead. The fact that I am not already dead, that I have lived on years after my heart stopped, is indeed a miracle.

From the way she sits there in one of the student chairs it’s hard to tell whether she’s been enjoying the afterlife or whether she’s been waiting patiently just to get the last word in.

Somewhere in my mind there is a young boy that wants to rub mud on himself and run around in circles.

In all the years of his unremarkable life, the only remarkable thing about him was how many great literary loves he had had – a greater accomplishment than even his own literary victories.

When you find it, you want to wrap yourself in it. This is what love is.

You gotta beware of the utopian train of thought, mate. That's usually the first step towards fascism.

Let the bullshitters have their bullshit. You and me, we have lives to live. And once you open your mouth to respond to their bullshit--well, that's when you're knee-deep in it.

Sometimes I think if we didn’t have these problems the whole world would stop spinning on her axis, we’d all stop spinning on our axises, axes, or whatever you want to call them, and then we’d have to settle into the nasty business of finding a way to be happy.