My point is that death is more tragic than life, than any life, because every life has hope of some kind.

Roads are no place for naive chickens dreaming of nirvana.

Anger and depression are not diseases or dysfunctions or anomalies; they are perfectly rational responses to the myriad avoidable disappointments that begin in a thoroughly irrational hope.

...the greatest source of misery in the world, the greatest cause of anguish and hatred and sadness and death, was neither disease nor race nor religion. It was hope.

Kugel was a firm believer that death was not always a bad thing - that life often reached such levels of crapitude that dying was preferable to living.

Written with passion, honesty, humor, and a stubborn, rebellious optimism, Dear Marcus is like nothing I've ever read. When a bullet in the back told Jerry McGill not to go on, Jerry went on-smiling.

Expecting hell, we're ill prepared for heaven.

Sages tell us that the Torah tells us that until the age of thirteen, all of boy's sins are ascribed to his father.

So desperate was Kugel for things to turn out for the best, proclaimed Professor Jove, that he couldn't stop worrying about the worst. Hope, said Professor Jove, was Solomon Kugel's greatest failing.

A loser is one who has "given up on his dreams", so long as you are trying, you haven't lost yet!

Christmas... is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.

People who don't have gender dysphoria aren't going to catch it by watching me dance on television.

It was not the house that grew dull, but I that grew dull in it. My wife was better than all women, and yet I could not feel it.

There is no corporation in the world that would, in a competitive environment, try and concentrate all decisions at the corporate level.

Now I'm at the point where I can bring the cursor just about anywhere.

I basically never feel like writing. I am a happy-go-lucky, relaxed, fun-seeking kind of person. And working disturbs that, because it puts me in a state of anxiety.

Kenneth Hari does not paint portraits as they are but as he is. I feel he is hiding something from me. To board a train into his mind would give me a ride into dark adventure.

My Tris should look pale and small--she is pale and small, after all--but instead the room is full of her.

The revolt against individualism naturally calls artists severely to account, because the artist is of all men the most individual; those who were not have been long forgotten.