It's hard enough to be alive and human, without the additional burden of being me.

There is a vast region of enormous potential located somewhere between your ears.

My life is a performance for which I was never given any chance to rehearse.

We're still benefiting from the sacrifices of people long dead, but we're also suffering from their errors.

Things are sometimes better left as they are, but you can't be sure until you change them.

Why is there still so much pain and suffering being produced when there's so little demand for it?

If I can survive death, I can probably survive anything.