And as we kept driving north, the whole family in the care together, it got darker, and snowier, until finally the road delivered us to the one place that all my youthful trips west never could: home.

Doing stuff never feels as good as you hope it will feel.

One of the others shouted a translation: "The beautiful couple is beautiful.

I think if you keep the box closed long enough you do kill the cat, actually.

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

We only have so long to play in the dirt and ask questions of rivers.

I couldn't hear a thing in the world but you. And it was so cold then, and so silent, and I loved you so much. Now it's hot and dead quiet again, and I love you still.