Well, it’s part of a longer quote, this really beautiful passage about how the best you can ever do is to leave the world a little better than you found it. It doesn’t matter how you do it. Invent a new toaster or reach out a helping hand; just, you know, leave it a little better than you found it.” Dave.

I’m usually a bit awkward in houses that I haven’t been to before, so it’s a way to not look weird. If I find something I’ve read before it automatically makes me more comfortable.

The next morning Dave’s hair not only looked like puke, but like puke that had been allowed to sit out overnight.

Weeks, he thought to himself. I’ll be thinking about that face for weeks.

Well done, Hudson thought to himself. Keep on talking about murderers; that’s the perfect way to make a good impression.

Well, everyone needs at least one long road trip in their lives.

As long as we don’t get turned into something that looks more like high school, more like everybody else and less like us, I’ll be okay.

I don’t think I chose wrong,” Dave finally said, weakly. “I don’t know if I made a choice at all.

I like red – don’t get me wrong. But I have a deep appreciation for anything that is willing to be totally and utterly itself. If you’re going to be red, well, then, be red, goddamnit. From your steering wheel to your hubcaps, be red.

Sometimes I felt like I was addicted to stories, and I was giving normal people a chance to get theirs out there, even if it was just a fraction of them, even if it was just a snippet in a notebook that would never make it into the world at large.