Some people would never forget certain people, a few people would remember everyone, and most of us would mostly be forgotten.

I know what to do with my life. I just don't know what to do with this one night.

To conform is to lose your soul

It is forgivable to say nothing out of ignorance; it's inexcusable to remain silent once awareness dawns.

All broken hearts are circumstantial. Every lovelorn jerk is the victim of bad timing, good intentions, and someone else’s poor decision making.

I think it's a very bad idea for someone to start writing for a readership.

We suffered failures of imagination just like everyone else, our daring was wanting, and our daily contentment too nearly adequate for us to give it up.

It is really irritating to work with irritating people

The main questions of everyday life are too enormous to answer in any definitive sense.

I wake up every day in order to do something that's quixotic, and not necessarily called for in the world, but I do it because there's extraordinary meaning for me behind the effort.

My first job is to write a book that I believe is compelling and deserves the long sustained attention that any novel requires, and to worry about the commerce only late in the game.

Life cannot purely rely on thoughts. Action is required with better sence of humour.

Your value is in your individuality.

Talk about insanity. Being attracted to deVries was like a moth saying, "Hey, let's go check out that awesome bonfire".

A 2002 Oxford study showed counting sheep actually delays the onset of sleep. It's just too dull to stop us from worrying about jobs and spouses

I hate to do what I'm told, that's why I'm not good at 9-to-5s.

I would argue that a majority of the horrors we face would not have happened if the accounting profession developed and enforced better accounting.

Journalism kills you, but it keeps you alive as long as you're doing it.

The real artist while he paints does not think of the sale, only of the need to make a beautiful living thing.

I grew up in Winnipeg, in the Canadian midwest, the fifth child. It was a great household to grow up in - I was loved to sweet death.

America is a mistake, admittedly a gigantic mistake, but a mistake nevertheless.