The true ninja doesn't make a splash at all.

Peter Van Houten was the only person I’d ever come across who seemed to (a) understand what it’s like to be dying, and (b) not have died.

Just move to the Internet, its great here. We get to live inside where the weather is always awesome.

I like this world. I like drinking champagne. I like not smoking. I like Dutch people speaking Dutch.

You and me will read a book and find three interesting things that we remember. But Colin finds everything intriguing. He reads a book about presidents and he remembers more of it because everything he reads clicks in his head as fugging interesting.

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?

I have guts, just not when it counts.