The human tongue is like wasabi: it's very powerful, and should be used sparingly.

What is the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable?

I was struck by an awful thought, the kind that cannot be taken back once it escapes into the open air of consciousness; it seemed to me that this was not a place you go to live. It was a place you go to die.

...I will continue to underscore that I don't think authorial intent is all that important to a reading experience, and I certainly don't think the job of reading is to divine authorial intent.

We just did an awesome job of not dying.

Also, I feel that crying is almost--like, aside from deaths of relatives or whatever-- totally avoidable if you follow two very simple rules: 1.Don't care too much. 2. Shut up. Everything unfortunate that has ever happened to me has stemmed from failure to follow one of the rules.

Getting you a date to prom is so hard that the hypothetical idea itself is used to cut diamonds.