I can't imagine us saying these things to each other out loud. But even if I can't imagine hearing these words, I can imagine living them. I don't even picture it. Instead I'm in it. How I would feel with him here. That peace. It would be so happy, and it makes me sad because it only exists in words.

In the contemporary world where things fall apart, and the centre cannot hold, you have to imagine a community where there is no centre. Hank, at the end of this year I started thinking that a lot of life is about doing things that don’t suck with people who don’t suck.

This is the Homosexuality Is An Abomination Club, right?

Videogame players essentially choose whether to win the game or to die heroically. There's a certain glory in both.

It's hard to believe in coincidence, but it's even harder to believe in anything else.

I don't know how I look, but I know how I feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.

You know how we make a Scotch and water in this home?" "No, sir," Gus said. "We pour Scotch into a glass and then call to mind thoughts of water, and then we mix the actual Scotch with the abstracted idea of water.