Love is an action you must repeat ceaselessly.

Perhaps there are just some things you leave behind when you choose a new life.

Everything burns if the flame is hot enough. The world is nothing but a crucible.

All history is just one man trying to take something away from another man, and usually it doesn't really belong to either of them.

Heaven is an idea constructed by man to help him cope with the fact that life on earth is both brutally short and, paradoxically, far too long.

There was a brief moment of weightlesssness: a balancing point between air and earth, dirt and heaven. How strange, I thought, how like the moment between sleeping and falling when everything is beautifully surreal and nothing is corporeal. How like floating towards completion. But as often happens in that time between existing in the world and fading into dreams, this moment over the edge ended with the ruthless jerk back to awareness.

I am not a hero in soul and never will be, but I am better than I was before. Or so I tell myself; and for now that is enough.