"Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies—: ‘God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.’"
"What he’s saying, I think, is that art has failed him …"
"If you would be unloved and forgotten, be reasonable."
"All we’ve got are metaphors, and they’re never exactly right. You can’t ever just Say. The. Thing."
"You can do it alone. But it’s going to be so much harder."
"What is the reality of any feeling?"
"This was something I almost never let myself do—just think of her, as opposed to think about not thinking about her, which I did almost constantly."