If I had a nervous breakdown every time something awful happened in the world, I'd be crazier than a shithouse rat.

What's the point in being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable? How very odd, to believe God gave you life, and yet not think that life asks more of you than watching TV.

You have a choice in this world, I believe, about how to tell sad stories, and we made the funny choice.

the problem is not suffering itself or oblivion itself but the depraved meaninglessness of these things, the absolutely inhuman nihilism of suffering.

Nerd life is just so much better than regular life.

The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention.

I could be worse, you know." "How?" I asked, teasing. "I mean, I have a work of calligraphy over my toilet that reads, 'Bathe yourself in the comfort of God's words,' Hazel. I could be way worse." "Sounds unsanitary," I said.