But the ground shakes, as if something's trying to push up from below, and I think of other people's mothers shaking out their duvets or even God shaking out the fabric of space-time.

But I quite like the way you can talk about science without necessarily using mathematics, but using metaphors instead.

I think about stories and their logic and wonder if there can be any such thing as simply "there is a book.

Homeopaths argue that water has a memory.

If something wants to be a story, it will be.

I sit up in bed slowly, feeling the disappointment trickle away like puddles after a rain shower.

I feel like crying. There's something so sad about broken concrete.

There's something romantic about it, of course, in the way only other people's lives can be.

Nothing means anything but you still have to follow the rules.

The sky is grey, with a thin TV-static drizzle that hangs in the air like it's been freeze-framed.

Sometimes I wake up with such an immense sense of disappointment that I can hardly breathe.

The world dread nothing so much as being convinced of their errors.

To flourish in life is to live according to the laws of the kingdom that God ordained

Everyone needs reality to punch them in the face every once in a while. Keeps you on guard.

That very church which the world likes best is sure to be that which God abhors.

I'm kind of old-fashioned in a lot of ways. I prefer mano a mano. Even if you have two girls in the house, it's not like we're together all the time. But I need variety.

I am a serious artist in my own right, in the sense that I've spent my entire life being an artist and trying to be an artist and making work.

Style is about confidence. That's the real beauty.

Take away hatred from some people, and you have men without faith.

Everybody got a taste of success and everybody wants to keep elevating that to the next level.

Philosophy does not exist. It is nothing but an hypostatized abstraction.