I knew that I would know more dead people. The bodies pile up. Could there be a space in my memory for each of them, or would I forget a little of Alaska every day for the rest of my life?

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

We landed, in fact, parallel to a canal, like there were two runways: one for us and one for waterfowl.

Videogame players essentially choose whether to win the game or to die heroically. There's a certain glory in both.

I think that it's a universal urge to have our pain not be felt alone and to have our joys not be felt alone.

The human tongue is like wasabi: it's very powerful, and should be used sparingly.

Our lives are composed of a finite set of moments that we choose how to spend.