Books are like tweets, except longer.

I think all true stories are hopeful stories. I don't think there's any room for nihilism.

The prospect of a world that contains neither humans nor Z's is not so terrifying. Nature will take its world back. Animals will frolic and fight. There will be no lord of the manor, which is not such a bad thing, because it seems to me that people have done a pretty poor job of guiding the biosphere for the last few thousand years.

I’ve stopped thinking about it. I don’t have time to have a girlfriend. I have like a full-time job Learning How to Be Blind.

It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined.

The truth hurts because it's real. It hurts because it mattered. And that's an important thing to acknowledge to yourself.

This was what I liked most about my friends: just sitting around & telling stories.