We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

No, it's not fair, but what makes Earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it should feel like Heaven. Earth is earth. Dead is dead. You'll find out for yourself soon enough. It won't help the situation for you to get all upset.

If you're going to read this, don't bother.

There was no real sense of life because she had nothing to contrast it with.

The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it's only intangibles, ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die.

If there’s any trick to doing a job you hate . . . Mrs. Clark says it’s to find a job you hate even more.

I suppose it’s comfort, perhaps a sense of self-control, doing worse things to yourself than the world will ever dare inflict.