A father is a man who fails every day.

The world like our heads was meant to be escaped from, they are prisons world and head alike.

Every generation loses the Messiah it has failed to deserve.

It never takes longer than a few minutes, when they get together, for everyone to revert to the state of nature, like a party marooned by a shipwreck. That's what a family is. Also the storm at sea, the ship, and the unknown shore. And the hats and the whiskey stills that you make out of bamboo and coconuts. And the fire that you light to keep away the beasts.

Nothing is boring exept to people who aren't really paying attention.

A story begins with this nebulous feeling that’s hard to get a hold of and you’re testing your feelings and assumptions, testing what you believe. They end up turning into keepsakes and mementos –like amber in which a memory gets trapped.

No; he could be ruined again and again by hope, but he would never be capable of belief.