Cults make people sing so hard for so long - because it over-oxygenates the blood and sets them up to faint.

Skin, bones, blood and organs transplant from person to person. Even what’s inside you already, the colonies of microbes and bugs that eat your food for you, without them you’d die. Nothing of you is all-the-way yours. All of you is inherited. Whatever you’re thinking, a million other folks are thinking. Whatever you do, they’re doing, and none of you is responsible. All of you is a cooperative effort.

The on­ly thing I know is ev­ery­thing you love will die.

It's easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.

For sure, even the worst blow job is better than, say, sniffing the best rose ... watching the greatest sunset. Hearing children laugh.

At some point, your memories, your stories, your adventures, will be the only things you'll have left.

Language is what books do very well and movement is what movies does very well.