Expired condoms are like nuclear waste: there's nothing sensible you can do with it.

All good books are about everything, abbreviated.

I began to consider the fact that maybe history is actually the great destroyer of free will.

Man will tell woman he will die for her, but I say, tell woman that you will die for her both physically and interior

Because, in an empty bedroom with creaky old wood floors, it is a natural human response to just stand there and shift your weight from foot to foot, and think about sex.

Coffee is a girl who never tells a boy no.

History chews up sexually uncertain boys, and spits us out as recycled, generic greeting cards for lonely old men.

You know, nothing ever goes back exactly the way it was. Things just expand and contract. Like the universe, like breathing. But you’ll never fill your lungs up with the same air twice. Sometimes, it would be cool if you could pause and rewind and do over. But I think anyone would get tired of that after one or two times.

I was certain about this: In the best new language, there would be no words for me or you. Those words have caused all the trouble started by the old languages. In any new language, there should only be we.

It was so pleasant, chaotic, emotionless, nameless-everything vibrating so beautifully in the universe without words.

I love how, whenever you tell me a story, you go backwards and forwards and tell me everything else that could possibly be happening in every direction, like an explosion. Like a flower blooming.

Worry and regret are both useless weights that provide no drag. They never did anything to slow down the planet for one goddamned second.

We made this stupid rule and this stupid rule.Boys are not allowed to love each other.Then we painted a bison on the wall.

Readers of history may decide that joking while two guys are driving around through a town that has recently been slaughtered by six-foot-tall praying mantis beasts with shark-tooth-studded arms is in poor taste.It is.But that is exactly what real boys have always done when confronted with the brutal aftermath of warfare.

When I review my travels among the astronauts, my mind's eye goes first to the Houston shopping mall where Alan Bean sat for hours after returning from space, just eating ice cream and watching the people swirl around him, enraptured by the simple yet miraculous fact they they were there and alive in that moment, and so was he.

Had (President) Kennedy turned to his advisers and wailed, "What can we beat the Russians at?" and if someone had cried "Backgammon!" at that point, Apollo would never have happened.

Was Apollo worth all the effort and expense? If it had been about the Moon, the answer would be no, but it wasn't, it was about the Earth. The answer is yes. The only thing I can't see in all this is a rationale for going back. Unless we could find a way to take everyone.

Apollo has something to teach us as we enter a new century of genetic modification, artificial intelligence, nanotechnology. It's a cautionary tale about that most fundamentally human of human tragedies .. wanting something so badly that you end up destroying it.

A world between my fingers.

It's no wonder I became a monster, too.

Not a very pretty world, is it?""Which one?

But Jack doesn'

I am going to build something big for you.

You must be crazy, after all, if a bird loves you.

History shows that an examination of the personal collection of titles in any man’s library will provide something of a glimpse into his soul.

Mind the gap, Jack

There is something inside all boys that drives us to go away again and again and again.