You cannot condemn a man for what may only be a figment of your own imagination.

... suicide gets in the air sometimes. Like a cold germ.

I worry about you Bev. I worry a lot.

Dead was the gift that kept on giving. Dead, like diamonds, was forever.

A library is a place where you can live a thousand lives. So why are you waiting when you could be living? Visit your library today.

Let’s talk, you and I. Let’s talk about fear. The house is empty as I write this; a cold February rain is falling outside. It’s night. Sometimes when the wind blows the way it’s blowing now, we lose the power. But for now it’s on, and so let’s talk very honestly about fear. Let’s talk very rationally about moving to the rim of madnessand... and perhaps over the edge.

God turned out to be a bunch of bad little kids playing interstellar Xbox. Isn't that funny?