The world is made by the people who show up for the job.

I've got forward momentum. There's no virtue in it. It's just a balancing act. I don't dare stop.

If the truth doesn't save us, what does that say about us?

Experience suggests it doesn't matter so much how you got here, as what you do after you arrive.

Endure pain, find joy, and make your own meaning, because the universe certainly isn't going to supply it.

Some men just aren't cut out for paternity. Better they should realize it before and not after they become responsible for a son.

A tactical retreat is not a bad response to a surprise assault, you know. First you survive. Then you choose your own ground. Then you counterattack.