The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up. The shortcut to closing a door is to bury yourself in the details. This is how we must look to God. As if everything's fine.

Let's all embrace someone near us. Pick someone special to you. Tell this someone how you feel.

I am not loved. I am not a beautiful soul. I am not a good-natured, giving person. I am not anybody's savior.

I'm not sure what we're running from. Nobody. Or the future. Fate. Growing up. Getting old. Picking up the pieces. As if running we won't have to get on with our lives.

Without access to true chaos, we'll never have true peace. Unless everything can get worse, it won't get any better.

If you could be either God’s worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose?

Besides, hysteria is only possible with an audience.