Thank you for explaining that my eye cancer isn't going to make me deaf. I feel so fortunate that an intellectual giant like yourself would deign to operate on me.

The not knowing would not keep me from caring.

If my public existence does anything worthwhile, hopefully it at least demystifies the author a bit, because I know when I was younger I felt like authors were like wizards or something. Turns out they're total muggles.

I'm not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.

True love will triumph in the end—which may or may not be a lie, but if it is a lie, it's the most beautiful lie we have.

I don't see any point in nihilism... just as I suppose the nihilist sees no point in everything else.

It just goes to show, if you try to ruin someone's life, it only gets better. You just don't get to be a part of it.