The greatest weapon any warrior can carry into battle is absolute certainty of her eternal soul.

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.

Imagine a plague you catch through your ears.

It's not enough to be numbered with the grains of sand on the beach and the stars in the sky.

Her mom and dad are both doctors and want her to follow her dream, not turn out the way they have, no matter how much it costs them.

Disaster is a natural part of my evolution toward tragedy and dissolution.

Waiters will always pee in soup, people will always fall in love.