Most people get suicide, I guess; most people, even if it's hidden deep down inside somewhere, can remember a time in their lives when they thought about whether they really wanted to wake up the next day. Wanting to die seems like it might be a part of being alive.

I burst into tears and I cry and cry until it feels as though it is not salt and water being squeezed from my eyes, but blood.

That’s the thing with the young these days, isn’t it? They watch too many happy endings. Everything has to be wrapped up, with a smile and a tear and a wave. Everyone has learned, found love, seen the error of their ways, discovered the joys of monogamy, or fatherhood, or filial duty, or life itself. In my day, people got shot at the end of films, after learning only that life is hollow, dismal, brutish, and short.

One thing about great art: it made you love people more, forgive them their petty transgressions. It worked in the way that religion was supposed to, if you thought about it.

There are many differences between a baby and an I-Pod. And one of the biggest is, no ones going to mug you for your baby.

What went wrong? Nothing and everything.

Sarcasm and compassion are two of the qualities that make life on Earth tolerable.