I ain't got an original thought in my head. If it ain't got the scent of divinity to it, I ain't interested in it

Last words are only words.

Years later he'd stood in the charred ruins of a library where blackened books lay in pools of water. Shelves tipped over. Some rage at the lies arranged in their thousands row on row. He picked up one of the books and thumbed through the heavy bloated pages. He'd not have thought the value of the smallest thing predicated on a world to come. It surprised him. That the space which these things occupied was itself an expectation.

There is no greater monster than reason.

If you think about some of the things that are being talked about by thoughtful, intelligent scientists, you realize that in 100 years the human race won't even be recognizable.

It may be that the life I desire for her no longer even exists, yet I know what she does not. That there is nothing to lose.

One of the things you realize about gettin older is that not everybody is goin to get older with you.