No one can tell us no. No one can make us stop. We have picked each other and the rest of the world can go to hell.

This is what happens when you try to help people. You get screwed.

Stupid how the mind will try to distract itself.

That's the easy thing about falling: there is only one choice after that.

It is war now, and armies need symbols.

It was all very strange, Mr. Gray thought, as he wiped the coffee canister clean with a sponge. Very, very mysterious. You were born; you lived a whole life; and at the end, you wound up in a coffee canister. "Ah, well," he said out loud quietly. "That's just the way things are. Life's a funny business." Death, he supposed, was the punch line.

That's when I realized that certain moments go on forever. Even after they're over they still go on, even after you're dead and buried, those moments are lasting still, backward and forward, on into infinity. They are everything and everywhere all at once. They are the meaning.