It struck him that how you spent Christmas was a message to the world about where you were in life, some indication of how deep a hole you had managed to burrow for yourself

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

It's just that none of us had the wit or talent to make them into songs. We made them into life, which much messier, and more time consuming, and leaves nothing for anybody to whistle.

So it's not about what you do. It can't be, can it? It has to be about how you are, how you love, how you treat yourself and those around you, and that's where I get eaten up.

We are never allowed to forget that some books are badly written; we should remember that sometimes they're badly read, too.

You're not allowed to say anything about books because they're books, and books are, you know, God.

I don't believe in Heaven or anything. But I want to be the kind of person that qualifies for entry anyway.