I may die young, but at least I'll die smart.

He knew he couldn't tell stories, that he always included extraneous details & tangents that interested only him.

So how’s it going?” “Okay. Glad to be home, I guess. Gus told me you were in the ICU?” “Yeah,” I said. “Sucks,” he said. “I’m a lot better now,” I said. “I’m going to Amsterdam tomorrow with Gus.” “I know. I’m pretty well up-to-date on your life, because Gus never. Talks. About. Anything. Else.

And people are moody, dude. You gotta get used to living with people.

Why don’t we break up? I guess I stay with her because she stays with me. And that’s not an easy thing to do.

Frankly, I kind of want you to be haunted by the unansweredness of the question, because I think being haunted by such things is a valuable part of being a person.

...It was nice to spend time with someone so interesting.