In the end, what you do isn't going to be nearly as interesting or important as who you do it with.

Entropy increases. Things fall apart.

Peeing is like a good book in that it is very, very hard to stop once you start.

but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever.

Her primary reason for living and my primary reason for living were awfully entangled.

You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.

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