What a blessed if painful thing, this business of being alive.

Terror is the desire to save your own ass, but horror is rooted in sympathy.

I mean, when the world comes for your children, with the knives out, it's your job to stand in the way.

Don't believe everything you hear today

Was there any human urge more pitiful-or more intense- than wanting another chance at something?

I remember an era when you could get your nose sliced off for sticking it too far into another man's business. Now you can find out anything about anyone with the click of a button. There is no privacy and no consideration, and everyone is prying into things that aren't their affair. You can probably check on the intertube and find out what color underwear I have on today.

... people made the imaginary real all the time: taking the music they heard in their head and recording it, seeing a house in their imagination and building it. Fantasy was always only a reality waiting to be switched on.