At some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you'll look back down and see that you floated away, too.

We're going to get gored to death by a feral fugging hog and your best strategy is to pretend it's a grizzly bear?

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

I spy with my little eye a great story.

We just sat there quiet for a long time, which was fine, and I was thinking about way back in the very beginning in the Literal Heart of Jesus.

It's nice to have people who will feel guilty for you.