“You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.”

Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than about the stories and people we’re quoting.

Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.

I don’t think your missing pieces ever fit inside you again once they go missing.

I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.

It’s just that most really good-looking people are stupid, so I exceed expectations.

The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.

You are helpful, and you are loved, and you are forgiven, and you are not alone.

You don’t remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.

They love their hair because they’re not smart enough to love something more interesting.

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

What a slut time is. She screws everybody.

If you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all.

Every year, many, many stupid people graduate from college. And if they can do it, so can you.

We are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be.

Depression is a side effect of dying.

That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.

The rich want good wine, the poor, plenty of wine.

We are our choices.

The self is not something ready-made, but something in continuous formation through choice of action.

People always ask me, ‘What is it that you regret?’ And I say, ‘nothing because I could not buy what I’ve learned.’ And I apply those things to my life I learn. And hopefully, hopefully it helps me to be a better human in the future and make better choices.

If you are going to be a winner, you have to acknowledge the truth—it is you who took the actions, thought the thoughts, created the feelings, and made the choices that got you to where you now are. It was you!

I have no religion, but if I were to choose one, it would be that of Shariati’s.

On top of the world, or in the depths of despair.

People are like dice. We throw ourselves in the direction of our own choosing.