- Writing an honest blog is how you unlive your life.
- For me, my flesh is my curriculum vitae. My fat is my memory bank.
- I know that not even the dead want to fully disappear.
- Death isn't the end of peril. There are deaths beyond death. Like it or not, death isn't the end of anything.
- Gentle Tweeters, in response to your charges that I'm too precocious for an eleven-year-old, please accept the fact that people do not change over time. The elderly are, in reality, aged tikes. Conversely, the young are juvenile codgers. Granted, we might develop some skills, achieve some profound insights over a lifetime, but by large who you are at eighty-five is who you were at five. One is either born intelligent or not. The body ages, grows, passes through near-lunatic phases of reproductive frenzy, but you are born and die essentially the same person.
- It's exhausting, the energy it takes to unknow a truth.
- What I learned is, it's never too late to save anybody. And it's always too late. And what are the chances you'll make any difference?
- The only thing that makes autumn a tragedy is our expectation that summer ought to last forever. Summer is summer. Autumn is autumn.
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