“I feel like I'm in a world with its own sense of logic.”

“I guess it's just another one of life's little mysteries.""I'm tired of mysteries.""Yeah? I think they add a kind of zest to the world. Like salt in a stew.”

“I'm writing. The pages are starting to stack up. My morale is improving the more I feel like a writer.”

“I was not so old that I would deny my own senses.”

“I don't really like driving in the snow. There's something about the motion of the falling snowflakes that hurts my eyes, throws my sense of balance all to hell. It's like tumbling into a field of stars.”

“Sexton: I think the whole world's gone mad.Death: Uh-uh. It's always like this. You probably just don't get out enough.”

“In a world where people die every day, I think the important thing to remember is that for each moment of sorrow we get when people leave this world there's a corresponding moment of joy when a new baby comes into this world. That first wail is-well, it's magic, isn't it? Perhaps it's a hard thing to say, but joy and sorrow are like milk and cookies. That's how well they go together. I think we should all take a moment to meditate on that.”