We don't suffer from a shortage of metaphors . . . But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters.

Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.

Girls think they’re only allowed to wear dresses on formal occasions, but I like a woman who says, you know, I’m going over to see a boy who is having a nervous breakdown, a boy whose connection to the sense of sight itself is tenuous, and gosh dang it, I am going to wear a dress for him.

In the end, what you do isn't going to be nearly as interesting or important as who you do it with.

But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.

But of course there is always a hamartia and yours is that oh, my God, even though you HAD FREAKING CANCER you give money to a company in exchange for the chance to acquire YET MORE CANCER.

You will not kill my girlfriend today, International Terrorists of Ambiguous Nationality!