“I don't know which is more telling about a soul, their laughter or their tears. I suspect the latter, but hope for the former,”

“Oh, well. Love is pain. Or is it beauty is pain? I wouldn't know about the latter, but the former makes my sternum ache.”

“I don't like people--much. This kind, I mean. And they don't like me at all, as a rule. Maybe the latter explains the former.”

“I don't know very many people who can piece together eloquent prayers when their souls are wounded. Words don't come at those times, but tears do. I have always thought of my tears as prayers.”

“I think it's much more interesting to live not knowing than to have answers which might be wrong. I have approximate answers and possible beliefs and different degrees of uncertainty about different things, but I am not absolutely sure of anything and there are many things I don't know anything about, such as whether it means anything to ask why we're here. I don't have to know an answer. I don't feel frightened not knowing things, by being lost in a mysterious universe without any purpose, which is the way it really is as far as I can tell.”

“There are people one knows and people one doesn't. One shouldn't cheapen the former by feigning intimacy with the latter.”