We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreperably broken.

I have never really thought of him as a person, either.... A guy whose strings were broken, who didn’t feel the root of his leaves of grass connected to the field, a guy who was cracked. Like me.

People, I thought, wanted security. They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing, couldn't bear the thought of their loved ones not existing, and couldn't even imagine themselves not existing. I finally decided that people believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.

Go spit in the face of our inevitable obsolescence and finish your @#$&ng novel.

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 love you' really is the gateway drug of breaking up.

We gotta do something about this frigging swing set,' he said. 'I'm telling you, it's ninety percent of the problem.