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.

Find out what you're afraid of and go live there.

Mylife might be little and boring, but at least it’s mine - not some assembly-line, secondhand, hand-me-down life.

Picture anybody growing up so stupid he didn't know that hope is just another phase you'll grow out of.

Burn the Louvre, and wipe your ass with the Mona Lisa. This way at least, God would know our names.

Make me into anything, but just love me.

The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up.