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.

One day the ordinariness will be terminally punctuated by the extraordinary full stop of death.

Nothing holds love together like shared vice or collusive perversion.

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.

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

Nicotine and alcohol embraced in my system like long-parted siblings, grateful to me for reuniting them.

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