Maybe All The Strings Inside Him Broke.

Youth Is Counted Sweetest By Those Who Are No Longer Young.

The Future Will Erase Everything--there's No Level Of Fame Or Genius That Allows You To Transcend Oblivion. The Infinite Future Makes That Kind Of Mattering Impossible.

As I Recall, You Promised To Call When You Finished The Book, Not Text.

Not To Ask The Obvious Question, But Why Alaska?

That Tastes Like Hope Feels.