I'm a little over half-way through with A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius.

This caught my eye. It's a little melodramatic taken out of context, but it is well-written.

"You will die, and when you die, you will know a profound lack of it. It's never dignified, always brutal. What's dignified about dying? it's never dignified. And in obscurity? Offensive. Dignity is an affectation, cute but eccentric, like learning French or collecting scarves. And it's fleeting and incredibly mercurial. And subjective. So fuck it."