Heaven is living in your hopes and Hell is living in your fears. It's up to each individual which one he chooses.

...language is not the frosting, it's the cake.

And it rained a screaming. And it rained a rawness. And it rained a plasma. And it rained a disorder.

Dip a slice of bread in batter. That's September: yellow, gold, soft and sticky. Fry the bread. Now you have October: chewier, drier, streaked with browns. The day in question fell somewhere in the middle of the french toast process.

Once, in a spasm of sappiness, you asked Q-Jo if she thought your dreams would ever come true. 'You aren't talking about dreams,' she corrected you, 'you're referring to your pathetic bourgeoisie ambitions. Dreams don't come true. Dreams are true.

We're making it up. The world, the universe, life, reality. Especially reality.

Curiosity, especially intellectual inquisitiveness, is what separates the truly alive from those who are merely going through the motions.