Your pimples are the Lord's way of chastising you. Now eat your pie.

Go now. Our journey is done. And may we meet again, in the clearing, at the end of the path.

Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not. Time takes it all, time bears it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again.

Faith is a great thing, and really religious people would like us to believe that faith and knowing are the same thing, but I don't believe that myself. Because there are too many different ideas on the subject. What we know is this: When we die, one of two things happens. Either our souls and thoughts somehow survive the experience of dying or they don't. If they do, that opens up every possibility you could think of. If they don't, it's just blotto. The end.

All you imagined, no matter how wild it might seem, was no more than a disguised version of what you already knew.

Write what you like, then imbue it with life and make it unique by blending in your own personal knowledge of life, friendship, relationships, sex, and work. Especially work. People love to read about work. God knows why, but they do.

I think we rarely recognize the fifth business in our lives at the time those people are changing us.