We're so structured and micromanaged, this isn't a world anymore, it's a damn cruise ship.

The body ages. grows. passes through near-lunatic phases of reproductive frenzy, but you are born and die essentially the same person. That... that is proof of your deathless soul.

No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have you own way.

Sometimes the very best way to deal with unpleasant things is to depict them in ways that allow people to laugh at them and destroy the power of unsayable things, rather than refusing to acknowledge them.

Cults make people sing so hard for so long - because it over-oxygenates the blood and sets them up to faint.

In a world where vows are worthless.Where making a pledge means nothing. Where promises are made to be broken, it would be nice to see words come back into power.

We kind of deny the stages of life.