When everything is immediately available and infinitely reproducible, nothing is valuable.

A lizard in the spring - hear his darling sing. A bird with wings to fly - go back to his darling weep and moan till he dies. A mole in the ground - root a mountain down.

Disease is nature's revenge for our destructiveness.

What you have lost will not be returned to you; it always be lost. You’re left with only your scars to mark the void. All you can choose to do is go on, or not. But if you go on, it’s knowing you carry your scars with you.

Claim your space. Draw a circle of light around it. Push back against the dark. Don't just survive. Celebrate.

Needing and getting don’t seem likely to match up any time soon... What needs doing is mine to do.

He was himself a case in point, and perhaps not a rare one, for his spirit, it seemed, had been burned out of him but he was yet walking.