Justice wields an erratic sword, grants mercy to fortunate few. Yet if man doesn't fight for her, 'tis chaos he's left to.

It was never the act itself but our own understanding of it that defeated us, over and over again.

... suddenly I was a kid in the hall standing outside my locker about to head to Math. But that was how it went sometimes, the English language, when you really needed it, crumbled to clay in your mouth. That's when all the real things were said.

He said you couldn't pretend the terrible things in life didn't happen. You can't clean it up. You keep all the refuse and the scars. It's how you learn. And try to make improvements.

What you tend to find in the personal lives of brilliant men is devastation akin to a nuclear bomb going off.

Within every elaborate lie, a kernel of truth.

I'm not afraid of total failure. In the end, we're all just food for worms, so what are we so worried about?