To some of us, the nights are too long. To some, the days.
All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.
The weather today is partly angry, leading to resignation and ultimatums.
You'll need to suffer to make any real art.
This is our world now, and those ancient people are dead.
Imagine how you’d feel if your whole life turned into a job you couldn’t stand.