I laughed when I read about being born with two hearts, one of which is devoted only to destroying humanity.

You don't know where you are or where your dreams end and the world begins.

How do we know that our life really happened and that we are not simply accumulating details, making it all up as we go along?

Why should I be sad? Everyone has to die. If you have a body, it's too late to cry. It's only funerals I can't stand.

Girls are always saying things like, “I’m so unhappy that I’m going to overdose on aspirin,” but they’d be awfully surprised if they succeeded. They have no intention of dying. At the first sight of blood, they panic.

I laughed when I read about being born with two hearts, one of which is devoted only to destroying humanity.

.. the truth is what you can't see but are certain of anyway.