The soul is a verb." He impales a lit candle on a spike. "Not a noun.

So little is actually worthy of belief or disbelief. Better to strive to coexist than seek to disapprove . . .

...it’s not just the person who fills a house, it’s their I’ll be back later!s, their toothbrushes and unused hats and coats, their belongingnesses.

Music’s a wood you walk through.

War's an auction where whoever can pay the most in damage and still be standing wins.

Write something every single day, even if it's just three lines. And it doesn't matter if it's any good - just write something every day.

Why does any martyr cooperate with his judases?...We see a game beyond the endgame...As Seneca warned Nero: No matter how many of us you kill, you will never kill your successor.