There's your labyrinth of suffering. We are all going. Find your way out of that maze.

If you don't imagine, nothing ever happens at all.

If you don't say the honest thing, it never becomes true.

Agustus asked if I wanted to go with him to Support Group, but I was really tired from my busy day of Having Cancer, so I passed.

Shame about how we’re gonna die here, though. I mean, seriously. An Arab and a half-Jew enter a store in Tennessee. It’s the beginning of a joke, and the punch line is “sodomy’’.

It turns out that, somehow, there are a tremendous number of things to be optimistic about.

"And we'll call you... hmmm. Pudge." "Huh?" "Pudge," the Colonel said. "Because you're skinny. It's called irony, Pudge. Heard of it? Now, let's go get some cigarettes and start this year off right."