Happiness is not a house where you can live. (But it is a house you can build.)

I am writing to apply for the position of bookkeeper. Attached, you will find my list of qualifications. I have been keeping books for four years now, and I am never going to give them back.

I have a form of ESP that allows me to consistently pick losing lottery numbers, and generally make poor life choices.

Having all the answers just means you've been asking boring questions.

Death is not the end. Death is an ocean on all sides of our lives. Deep and dark and cold, and anything but empty.

We are terrible for each other, and, yes, we are a disaster. But tell me your heart doesn't race for a hurricane or a burning building. I'd rather die terrified than live forever.

When the end comes, I hope it’s as strange as that. I hope that the sky tears open and the world is washed with colors that we’ve never seen before.