Thomas Edison's last words were 'It's very beautiful over there'. I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful.

he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with. i have to believe that’s a sign.

But I could always tell in her eyes if she got really pissed at me, and her eyes were still pretty smiley

We had to forgive to survive the labyrinth

You know your problem, Quentin? You keep expecting people not to be themselves.

When I was in college, I remember fearing that the dreary grind of adulthood would feature infinitely more existential dread than frat parties had, but the opposite has been true for me. I'm much less likely to feel that gnawing fear of aimlessness and nihilism than I used to be and that's partly because education gave me job opportunities, but it's mostly because education gave me perspective and context.

I've never known before what it feels like to want someone - not to want to hook up with them or whatever, but to want them, to want them. And now I do. So maybe I do believe in epiphanies.