To hold on, you have to find something you’re willing to die for.

That's a stupid question,' said Malachi. 'Because he didn't warn him. He didn't warn anyone.' 'No, it's a philosophical question,' Kearns corrected him. 'Which makes it useless, not stupid.

The doctor frowned upon drinking and often expressed wonderment at men who willingly made imbeciles of themselves.

How oft do they rescue or ruin us, through whimsy or design or a combination of both, the adults to whom we entrust our care!

There's the bullshit you know that you know; the bullshit you don't know and know you don't know; and the bullshit you just think you know but really don't.

To hold on, you have to find something you’re willing to die for.

He asks me what happened to my leg. I told him I was shot by a shark. He doesn't react. Doesn't seem confused or amused or anything. Like getting shot by a shark is a perfectly natural thing in the aftermath of the arrival.