Without pain, how could we know joy?' This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.

I shaved this morning for precisely that reason. I was like, 'Well, you never know when someone is going to clamp down on your calf and try to suck out the snake poison.

I fear oblivion. I fear it like the proverbial blind man who's afraid of the dark.

The only person I really wanted to talk to about Augustus Water's death with was Augustus Waters.

The beautiful thing about driving was that it stole just enough of his attention - car parked on the side, maybe a cop, slow to speed limit, time to pass this sixteen-wheeler, turn signal, check rearview, crane neck to check blind spot and yes, okay, left lane.

Eternity bids thee to forget.

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.