I went to the guest room and pretended to write. I hit the space bar again and again and again. My life story was spaces.

I saw Herschel and he saw me and we stood next to each other because that is what friends do in the presence of evil or love.

People don’t care enough. They don’t get worked up enough. They don’t get angry enough. They don’t get passionate enough. I’d rather somebody hate what I do than be indifferent to it.

I know you look both ways before you cross the street, but I want you to look both ways a second time, because I told you to.

Books are for those without real lives, he thought. And they are no real replacement.

If nothing matters, there's nothing to save.

We all choose things, and we also all choose against things. I want to be the kind of person who chooses for more than chooses against.