And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

It’s pretty thin, the wall separating healthy confidence and unhealthy Pride.

She gave me this look – she might have been watching from a lifeboat as the ship went down. Or maybe it was the other way around.

Nights without work I spend with whisky and books.

In terms of evolutionary history, it was only yesterday that men learned to walk around on two legs and get in trouble thinking complicated thoughts. So don't worry, you'll burn out.

Everything. Things you lost. Things you’re gonna lose. Everything. Here’s where it all ties together.

If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever—something I couldn't afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled desire. The kind of dream people have only when they're seventeen.