Now, you’re either on the bus or you’re off the bus.

Since we don't know where we're going, we have to stick together in case someone gets there.

It is just as much an offense to take offense as it is to give offense.

You had a choice: you could either strain and look at things that appeared in front of you in the fog, painful as it might be, or you could relax and lose yourself

We'd just shared the last beer and slung the empty can out the window at a stop sign and were just waiting back to get the feel of the day, swimming in that kind of tasty drowsiness that comes over you after a day of going hard at something you enjoy doing -- half sunburned and half drunk and keeping awake only because you wanted to savor the taste as long as you could.

The truth doesn't have to do with cruelty, the truth has to do with mercy.

Loved. You can't use it in the past tense. Death does not stop that love at all.