"How do people, like, not curse? How is it possible? There are these gaps in speech where you just have to put a ‘fuck.’ I’ll tell you who the most admirable people in the world are: newscasters. If that was me, I’d be like, ‘And the motherfuckers flew the fucking plane right into the Twin Towers.’ How could you not, if you’re a human being? Maybe they’re not so admirable. Maybe they’re robot zombies."

"It’s like in the great stories, the ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end because how can the end be happy? How can the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come and when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stay with you, that meant something. Even if you are too small to understand why. Folks in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going because they were holding on to something."

"He does not exist here, with me, but flesh that does not exist will never die, and promises unmade are never broken."

"I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop."