On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I kill one of his true miracles, what am I gonna say? That it was my job? My job?

I believe in evil, but all my life I've gone back and forth about whether or not there's an outside evil, whether or not there's a force in the world that really wants to destroy us, from the inside out, individually and collectively.

The harder you had to work to open a package, the less you ended up caring about what was inside.

Oh, there were all sorts of things to wonder about, but the truth was simple: here stood this door alone on an endless stretch of beach, and it was for only one of two things: opening or leaving closed.

No one can be as intellectually slothful as a really smart person

The scariest moment is always just before you start.

Swear to me swear to me that if it isn't dead you'll all come back.