What Jack didn't understand was that no matter where he went, the same asshole got off the plane.

Anything with the power to make you laugh over thirty years later isn’t a waste of time. I think something like that is very close to immortality.

no knowledge obtained without risk

Writing's about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.

For a moment everything was clear, and when that happens you see that the world is barely there at all. Don't we all secretly know this? It's a perfectly balanced mechanism of shouts and echoes pretending to be wheels and cogs, a dreamclock chiming beneath a mystery-glass we call life. Behind it? Below it and around it? Chaos, storms. Men with hammers, men with knives, men with guns. Women who twist what they cannot dominate and belittle what they cannot understand. A universe of horror and loss surrounding a single lighted stage where mortals dance in defiance of the dark.

the look of the sky as the day's blue blood runs out of its cheek.

If I kept saying it; if I kept reaching out. My accident really taught me just one thing: the only way to go on is to go on. To say 'I can do this' even when you know you can't.