The point is you keep going. You want to. So all the things that make you want to are the point.

We're here for such a short amount of time. Why do we spend any of it building sandcastles?

I guess I should have forgotten about it ages ago, but forgetting isn't something I'm very good at.

Sometimes we have to be judged by our one-offs.

I couldn’t bear to think about the proper future, so I just tried to make things better for the next twenty minutes or so, over and over again.

The outward manifestations of an inner combustion are never very directed.

It's not what you like but what you are like that's important.