I need eight hours to get maybe 20 minutes of work done. I had one of those yesterday: seven hours of self-loathing.

Humans are divided between those who can still look through the eyes of youth and those who cannot.

Every time my brain parks the car neatly in the driveway, my mouth drives through the back of the garage.

Why did we do that to Pluto? We had it good with Pluto.

We've become a nation of indoor cats, he'd said. A nation of doubters, worriers, overthinkers. Thank God these weren't the kind of Americans who settled this country. They were a different breed! They crossed the country in wagons with wooden wheels! People croaked along the way, and they barely stopped. Back then, you buried your dead and kept moving.

I still get my news from the newspaper in the morning. I just have an affection for paper, and that's no secret, I guess.

I had the sensation that I might always be running like this, that I would always have to run, and that I would always be able to run.