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.

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

I don't see any point in nihilism... just as I suppose the nihilist sees no point in everything else.

I do my precalc homework, and then when I'm done I actually sit with the textbook for like three hours and try to understand what I just did. That's the kind of weekend it is--the kind where you have so much time you go past the answers and start looking into the ideas.

I stood under the awning for a moment, but finally I decided that being in a bad mood with your friends beats being in a bad mood without them.

Ashes to ashes. Garage sale to garage sale,” I said.

Can I ask you about Caroline Mathers?" "And you say there's no afterlife.