There are things you can't walk away from. Not if you want to live with yourself afterward.

Like “love,” “hope” is one of those ridiculously disproportional words that by all rights should be a lot longer.

What is the point of having free will if one cannot occasionally spit in the eye of destiny?

Oh, what would you like on your vegetarian pizza?" "Dead pigs and cows," I said. She glanced up at me and wrinkled her nose. "They're vegetarians," I said defensively.

Laugh whenever you can. Keeps you from killing yourself when things are bad. That and vodka.

If you go to your death rather than do everything you might to prevent what is happening, you are merely committing suicide and trying to make yourself feel better about it. That is the act of a coward. It is beneath contempt.

People love dogs. You can never go wrong adding a dog to the story.