Two-thirds of earth's surface is ocean, and all we can see with the naked eye is the surface.

Human beings are ultimately nothing but carriers-passageways- for genes. They ride us into the ground like racehorses from generation to generation. Genes don't think about what constitutes good or evil. They don't care whether we are happy or unhappy. We're just means to an end for them. The only thing they think about is what is most efficient for them.

That’s how stories happen — with a turning point, an unexpected twist. There’s only one kind of happiness, but misfortune comes in all shapes and sizes. It’s like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.

Between the time the last train leaves and the first train arrives, the place changes: it's not the same as in daytime.

Sometimes you’re just the sweetest thing. Like Christmas, summer vacation, and a brand-new puppy rolled into one.

It was spring break, so the theater was always packed with high schools students. It was an animal house. I wanted to burn the place down.

Everyone, deep in their hearts, is waiting for the end of the world to come.