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

Some little part of themselves for someone in the future to discover. Maybe a thought. We were here. We built this. A reminder.

If you start in the pit of despair with these profane, awful things, even a glimmer of hope or awareness is going to occur that's much brighter coming from this dark, awful beginning.

I don't know the difference between what I want and what I'm trained to want.

There are bodies buried everywhere you just have to know where to look.

And if you believe that we really have free will, then you know that God can't really control us. And since God can't control us, all God does is watch and change channels when He gets bored.

your handwriting. the way you walk. which china pattern you choose. it's all giving you away. everything you do shows your hand. everything is a self portrait. everything is a diary.