The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.

What do you mean by meant? Given the final futility of our struggle, is the fleeting jolt of meaning that art gives us valuable? Or is it the only value passing time as comfortably as possible?

He'd fought hard, Lida told me, as if there was another way to fight.

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.

When we think of death, we often imagine it as happening in degrees: We think of a sick person becoming less and less alive until finally they are gone.

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

I'm a grenade, I just want to stay away from people and read books, and think.