The photographer in my head says: Give me peace. Flash. Give me release. Flash.

Don't do what you want. Do what you don't want. Do what you're trained not to want. Do the things that scare you the most.

Either a species learns to control its own population, or something like disease, famine, war, will take care of the issue.

Rant said that view of time was set up so folks won't live forever. It's the planned obsolescence we've all agreed to...'Nothing says you have to swallow this,' Rant told me. 'You can always just die.

What do you do when your entire identity is destroyed in an instant? How do you cope when your whole life story turns out to bw wrong?

You see, life only turns out good or bad for only a little bit. And then it turns out some other way.

Because nothing is as good as you can imagine it. No one is as beautiful as she is in your head. Nothing is as exciting as your fantasy.