Quotes from Noah Hawley

Because what if instead of a story told in consecutive order, life is a cacophony of moments we never leave?

But money, like gravity, is a force that clumps, drawing in more and more of itself, eventually creating the black hole that we know as wealth. This is not simply the fault of humans. Ask any dollar bill and it will tell you it prefers the company of hundreds to the company of ones. Better to be a sawbuck in a billionaire's account than a dirty single in the torn pocket of an addict.

Everybody acts like the future is so far away, when really every moment that passes is the future.

It's hard to be sad when you're being useful.

Where the average person appreciates the beauty of surf and waves, Gus, an engineer, sees only practical design. Gravity, plus ocean current, plus wind. Poetry to the common man is a unicorn viewed from the corner of an eye—an unexpected glimpse of the intangible. To an engineer, only the ingenuity of pragmatic solutions is poetic. Function over form. It's not a question of optimism or pessimism, a glass half full or half empty. To an engineer, the glass is simply too big.

Everyone has their path. The choices they've made. How any two people end up in the same place at the same time is a mystery. You get on an elevator with a dozen strangers. You ride a bus, wait in line for the bathroom. It happens every day. To try to predict the places we'll go and the people we'll meet would be pointless.

He worried that he was destined to be a hobbyist, a dreamer incapable of finishing anything. The fact that the college seemed to encourage this kind of "experimentation" made him doubt its motives as an institution of higher learning.

To an engineer, only the ingenuity of pragmatic solutions is poetic. Function over form. It's not a question of optimism or pessimism, a glass half full or half empty. To an engineer, the glass is simply too big.

A private plane sits on a runway in Martha's Vineyard, forward stairs deployed.

The world of children is the world that makes sense.

Anyone who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities. —Voltaire

We are all equal in the face of nature.

They are looking for the smooth remains of bottles, shiny coins of broken glass worn smooth by the sea. This is what happens when things break. The pieces separate, scatter. They are battered by the elements, buffed and polished smooth, then deposited on far-off beaches. All your hopes and dreams.

Death was not an intellectual conceit. It was an existential black hole, an animal riddle, both problem and solution, and the grief it inspired could not be fixed or bypassed like a faulty relay, but only endured. And

Life is made of these moments - of one's physical being moving through time and space - and we string them together into a story, and that story becomes our life.

I was an old man, the father of the vilified. Would this be my life from here on out? Was I to become the argumentative man who can't control the volume of his own voice? The conspiracy nut with boxes of data who spouts dates and facts, as if coincidence alone can prove the existence of God?

The first adopters would be the ones who'd been preaching his philosophy for years. And right behind them would be the people who had been searching their whole lives for someone to say out loud what they'd always felt in their hearts. And once you had those two groups, the curious and the undecided would follow in droves.

Never fight tomorrow's fight today,

What if the most traumatic or the most beautiful experiences we have trap us in a kind of feedback loop, where at least some part of our minds remain obsessed, even as our bodies move on?

Isn't it better to be happy with a problem," he said, "than to be miserable with it?" Don't wallow, Jack told a nation stumbling under recession. When life gets hard, you need to get harder. This

She liked his eyes, the way they crinkled when he smiled.

It's hard to be sad when you're being useful. And he liked that idea. That service to others brought happiness. It was self-involvement that led to depression, to spiraling questions about the meaning of things. This

That swirling devil's clot, that black maelstrom of cylindrical majesty. It is a swirling gray spider egg unspooling, filled with rotten teeth. A biblical monster, God's vengeance. Whirring

This was the hubris of mankind, to rally in the face of overwhelming odds, to thread the needle and climb the mountain and survive the storm. He