Witness also that when we talk about literature, we do so in the present tense. When we speak of the dead, we are not so kind.

Every year, many, many stupid people graduate from college. And if they can do it, so can you.

I finally found something that can stop the fox. The fox cannot summit Strawberry Hill.” - Takumi

I came here looking for a Great Perhaps, for real friends and a more-than-minor life.

The world is broken, and all our attempts to fix it will inevitably fail, and some day all life will be extinguished from the planet and there will be no one to remember that any of us ever did anything. But this fact, strangely, does not delegitimize hope, because every now and again we find evidence that hope is helpful. This evidence, in my opinion, should be celebrated-even as we lament and fight the devastation.

Gus: "It tastes like..." Me: "Food." Gus: "Yes, precisely. It tastes like food, excellently prepared. But it does not taste, how do I put this delicately...?" Me: "It does not taste like God Himself cooked heaven into a series of five dishes which were then served to you accompanied by several luminous balls of fermented, bubbly plasma while actual and literal flower petals floated down around your canal-side dinner table." Gus: "Nicely phrased." Gus's father: "Our children are weird." My dad: "Nicely phrased."

... I didn't know whether to feel angry at her for making me part of her suicide or just to feel angry at myself for letting her go.