Just because somebody's dead, you don't just stop liking them, for God's sake — especially if they were about a thousand times nicer than the people you know that're alive and all.
I’m always saying “Glad to’ve met you” to somebody I’m not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.
— Don't you hate that?
— Hate what?
— Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
— I don't know. That's a good question.
— That's when you know you've found somebody really special: you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably share silence.