“Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone.”

Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don’t, you are working.

It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise.

I’m here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.

Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role.

Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.

You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.

There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness.

You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.

You’re going to have a busy life. Thank goodness there’s no life expectancy.

Find that pursuit that will energize you, consume you, become an obsession.

They would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet their life expectancy.

Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation.

We learn the true worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul…

Loving someone has great benefits.

It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions.

You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated.

I’m for Barack Obama. We gotta have the Muslim cell in there just to piss Rush Limbaugh and the right wing off.

When one is undone—sprawled across the cold tile of a public bathroom in a pool of one’s own vomit, or shivering in the back of a taxi in a pair of urine-soaked skinny jeans with no money for cab fare and a dead cell phone battery.

The idea of prosthetics is a tool. Most people’s cell phones are prosthetics. If you leave your cell phone at home.

They’re only there to wait for the men. To love them and be loved back or not — mostly not; to be beaten up or killed; to appear as a face on the wall of Meurseault’s cell.

You have 37.2 trillion cells in your body. There is vastness outside you and vastness inside you. You are connected to this mystery, you are a microcosm of the universe, and every aspect of your life benefits from the universe’s provision.

We are living in an inspiring and unimaginably large universe.

This [discovery of a cell-free yeast extract] will make him famous

And you are made of a hundred trillion cells. We are, each of us, a multitude.