It's creepy, but here we are, the Pilgrims, the crackpots of our time, trying to establish our own alternate reality. To build a world out of rocks and chaos. What it's going to be, I don't know. Even after all that rushing around, where we've ended up is the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. And maybe knowing isn't the point. Where we're standing right now, in the ruins in the dark, what we build could be anything.

The lower you fall, the higher you'll fly.

Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don't really need.

After you find out all the things that can go wrong, your life becomes less about living and more about waiting.

I'm not so much a good friend as I'm the savior who wants you to worship him forever.

He was the kind of boy any young girl should date while she's still able to recover.

To merely observe your culture without contributing to it seems very close to existing as a ghost.