Why are we designed to see the world as supremely beautiful just as we're about to be snuffed? Do rabbits feel the same as the fox teeth bite down on their necks? Is it mercy?

You can think clearly only with your clothes on.

You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself.

These things sneak up on him for no reason, these flashes of irrational happiness. It's probably a vitamin deficiency.

We have been shark to one another, but also lifeboat.

I'm not an activist by nature. I am suspicious of Utopian thinking and equally suspicious of its alternate. I would prefer to stay in the Writing Burrow and play with my imaginary friends and enemies. I get sucked into these things.

Sooner or later, I hate to break it to you, you're gonna die, so how do you fill in the space between here and there? It's yours. Seize your space.