The earth is rocky and full of roots; it’s clay, and it seems doomed and polluted, but you dig little holes for the ugly shriveled bulbs, throw in a handful of poppy seeds, and cover it all over, and you know you’ll never see it again – it’s death and clay and shrivel, and your hands are nicked from the rocks, your nails black with soil.
The road to enlightenment is long and difficult, and you should try not to forget snacks and magazines.
Your problem is how you are going to spend this one and precious life you have been issued. Whether you’re going to spend it trying to look good and creating the illusion that you have power over circumstances, or whether you are going to taste it, enjoy it and find out the truth about who you are.
There is nothing as sweet as a comeback, when you are down and out, about to lose, and out of time.
…most of the time, all you have is the moment, and the imperfect love of the people around you.
You can safely assume you’ve created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.
It’s good to do uncomfortable things. It’s weight training for life.
We all know we’re going to die; what’s important is the kind of men and women we are in the face of this.
Hope is not about proving anything. It’s about choosing to believe this one thing, that love is bigger than any grim, bleak shit anyone can throw at us.