He wore his fear on his skin for everyone to see.

Being able to embrace contradictions is a sign of intelligence. Or insanity.

Let me make sure I have this straight. The cavalry just now rode into town and it's a Czech Gypsy porn-star zombie killer. Have I got that right?

God is the great janitor of the universe. Why things don't work is that we have a janitor in charge, and we keep looking for the landlord.

Try not to sing too many sad songs for yourself. The universe already hates you. Self-pity isn't going to help.

In the Tarot deck, the Fool is depicted as a young man about to step off a cliff into empty air. Most people assume that the Fool will fall. But we don't see it happen, and a Fool doesn't know that he's subject to the laws of gravity. Against all odds, he just might float.

I've come a long way to get nowhere at all, I thought. And I've spent everything I have to get here.