Wouldn't that be funny, if the oil rebels were playing U2 in their jungle camps, and the government soldiers were playing U2 in their trucks. I think everyone was killing everyone else and listening to the same music... That is a good trick about this world, Sarah. No one likes each other, but everyone likes U2.

I’m telling you, trouble is like the ocean. It covers two thirds of the world.

Sometimes we don't notice that someone is being brave, because they are only doing something that seems quite easy for us.

I'm a much better writer for being a father.

If I could not smile, I think my situation would be even more serious.

Death, of course, is a refuge. It's where you go when a new name, or a mask and cape, can no longer hide you from yourself. It's where you run to when none of the principalities of your conscience will grant you asylum.

We were exiles from reality that summer. We were refugees from ourselves.