The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering.

Grandfather kicked the stop pedal, and my face gave a high-five to the front window.

How beautiful is forgetting! What relief it would be for the world to lose some of its contents.

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.

Only now do I understand the war against boredom, the lost cause of empty hours, of empty days and nights.

Hunting will never feed lots of people; it will always be a hobby.

I was more alone than if I had been alone.