I'm an American. We're a people diseased with progress.

The rain's been racing earthwards as if with some religious or political fanaticism. The clouds have the look of dark internal bleeding. Surely you lot look up from Cosmo while this sort of thing's going on? Surely you take a Playstation break?

When you're a kid it's people's cruelty that makes you cry, then when you're an adult it's their kindness.

Just because life's meaningless doesn't mean we can't experience it meaningfully.

I don’t know where the universe came from or what happens to creatures when they die. I don’t know if the whole thing’s an unravelling accident or an inscrutable design. I don’t know how one should live—but I know that one should live, if one can possibly bear it.

Once you've stopped loving someone breaking his or her heart's just an unpleasant chore you have to get behind you. My God, you really don't love me anymore, do you? No matter your decency the victim's incredulity's potentially hilarious. You manage not to laugh.

I suppose the word "unbearable" is a lie by definition. Unless you kill yourself immediately after using it.