Everybody should get to make a living with their passion.

I checked my gear, my pockets, my shoelaces, and realized that I had crossed the line between making sure I was ready and trying to postpone the inevitable.

I once lost five years listening to a Pink Floyd album.

The only good thing about having your back to the wall is that it makes it really easy to choose which way you're going to go.

Star Trek?” I asked her. “Really?” “What?” she demanded, bending unnaturally black eyebrows together. “There are two kinds of people in the universe, Molly,” I said. “Star Trek fans and Star Wars fans. This is shocking.” She sniffed. “This is the post-nerd-closet world, Harry. It’s okay to like both.” “Blasphemy and lies,” I said.

There should be a rule against your own inner monologue throwing around that much sarcasm.

Could a man's heart, his soul, perish and yet leave him walking and talking as if alive?