People believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.

I feel like crying, so I must be crying, but it's impossible to tell because I'm underwater.

The idea is that for ten minutes, we forget that we have feelings. And we forget about protecting ourselves or other people and we just say the truth. For ten minutes. And then we can go back to being lame.

We just did an awesome job of not dying.

Caroline is no longer sufffering from personhood.

What's that?" "The laundry basket?" "No, next to it." "I don't see anything next to it." "It's my last shred of dignity. It's very small.

He loved the scratching of pencil against paper when he was focused: it meant something was happening.