One develops an instinct for letting silence do the heavy lifting. In the three, four, five seconds that passed without either of us speaking, the many ways the conversation could go came and went like time-lapse film of flowers blooming and dying.

We’re the worst thing because for us the worst thing is the best thing. And it’s only the best thing for us if it’s the worst thing for someone else.

We go to the past to lay the blame - since the past can't argue. We go to our past selves to account for our present miseries.

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

Falling in love makes the unknown known. Falling out of love reverses the process.

No artist knows everything... but since every artist knows more than he can tell, all art is lying by omission.

Every present anger derives from past weakness.