What is genius, anyway, if it isn't the ability to give an adequate response to a great challenge?

The world is not a rational place.

And marking off time struck me as something like counting empty spaces—spaces you know can't ever be filled.

And taking care of somebody else made me feel good. Like discovering you're more than you thought you were. More even than you hoped to be.

It seems to me that a man who is incapable of humor is capable of cruelty.

Maybe...in a way, this coffee reminds me of something. Maybe...maybe only a philosopher or a mad man would make this connection, but it's a little like life. I mean it's powerful going down and that doesn't even take into account the aftertaste, which really takes getting used to.

What do you know about sooner or later? Is a moment only a moment when you're in pain?