I don't want to die!" "Then you should never been born.

Before I begin, may I ask how old you are?" "You may ask." "How old are you?" "It's none of your business

Why am I talking about all this? Who am I talking to? I send out these words, these thoughts, simply because it is time. Time for what, I do not know and it does not matter because it is what I want and that is always reason enough for me.

I'm tired of being responsible for 203 lives, and I'm tired of deciding which mission is too risky and which isn't, and who's going on the landing party and who doesn't... and who lives, and who dies.

Sleep is not on good terms with broken hearts. It will have nothing to do with them.

I would look up at the moon and see that it was not the smooth orb we had all believed, but a pitted and scarred world with no air.

There is no time for grief; there never is.