In the attic, a warhead no doubt burns. Everything is combustible. Faith burns. Trust burns. Everything burns to nothing and even nothing burns. . . . And when there is nothing, there is nothing worth dying for and when there is nothing worth dying for, there is only nothing.

Laughter does not deny pain. Laughter - like a wail - acknowledges and replies to pain.

Storytelling is the essential human activity. The harder the situation, the more essential it is.

A place where your life exists before you live it, and where it goes afterwards.

With a hangover and with fear, it is difficult to put a helmet on your head.

I guess we're really brothers, aren't we? Don't know what that means, except it means that some of the same things we remember.

Once someone's dead you can't make them undead.