There's no way of knowing that your last good day is Your Last Good Day. At the time, it is just another good day.

I’m on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend.

Not following her is the hardest thing I've ever done.

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

People are different when you can smell them and look up close, you know?

Becoming a father made me much more interested in the parent character in my novels. I've never found parents that interesting.

The Z’s will kill us all, and then the Z’s will die out and in sixty years there will be no one to remember our silly war, Caroline’s wasted ammunition, my year of zombic survivalism, Rene DesCartes’s musings, or Michelangelo’s sculptures. And that is really only the sadness here as I drink a thousand-dollar bottle of wine down here in the cellar: We did a few things worth remembering, and I wish for someone to remember them.