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

Without animals, there would be no humanity. In a world of just people, people will mean nothing . . .

And the more she could imagine this island, the less she liked the real world. The more she could imagine the people, the less she liked any real people.

At some point, your memories, your stories, your adventures, will be the only things you'll have left.

Every generation wants to be the last. Every generation hates the next trend in music they can't understand. We hate to give up those reins of our culture. To find our own music playing in elevators. The ballad for our revolution, turned into background music for a television commercial. To find our generation's clothes and hair suddenly retro.

What kind of dining set defines me as a person?

Give me lust, baby. Flash. Give me malice. Flash. Give me detached existentialist ennui. Flash. Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism. Flash.