Those awful things are survivable, because we are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be.
There is no best and no worst, ...those judgments have no real meaning because there is only what is
That while the world wasn't built for humans, we were built for the world.
But even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever.
You're not a little kid anymore. You need to make friends, get out of the house, and live your life.
You're arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that's a lie, and you know it.
You say you're not special because the world doesn't know about you, but that's an insult to me. I know about you.
You remember your first love because they show you, prove to you, that you can love and be loved, that nothing in this world is deserved except for love, that love is both how you become a person and...
You can’t control it, that’s the thing, I said. Life is not something you wield, you know?
You can't just make yourself matter and then die, Alaska, because now I am irretrievably different..
You can say a lot of bad things about Alabama, but you can't say that Alabamans as a people are duly afraid of deep fryers.
Yeah, so if that guy can make it in drunk, surely we can make it in sober. I mean, we’re ninjas.'
Ya think you's walkin' on water, but turns out you just got piss in your shoes.
Why would you try to kill this guy, Kevin? He's a genius. Nuts to your truce.
Why don’t we break up? I guess I stay with her because she stays with me. And that’s not an easy thing to do.
When surprised and excited and innocent Gus emerged from Grand Gesture Metaphorically Inclined Augustus, I literally could not resist.
Welcome to the future, Holmesy. It’s not about hacking computers anymore; it’s about hacking human souls.
Tothom acaba marxant, vaig pensar. […] Res no és etern, ni tan sols la Terra. Segons el que havíem après, el Buda deia que el patiment era conseqüència del desig, i que la desaparició del desig implic...
The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes. That's God, I think, the rising sun and the light is too bright and her eyes are losing but they aren't lost. I don't believe we return to haunt or comfort...
The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention.