According to Plato, we don't learn anything. Our soul has lived so many lives that we know everything. Teachers and education can only remind us of what we already know.

If there’s any trick to doing a job you hate . . . Mrs. Clark says it’s to find a job you hate even more.

Where I'm is one of those stair climbing machines the agent has installed. You climb and climb forever and never get off the ground. You're trapped in your hotel room. It's the mystical sweat love lodge experience of our time, the only sort of Indian vision quest we can schedule into our daily planner.Our Stair Master to Heaven.

Oh love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. I'll be anybody you want me to be.

If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?

You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past.

Of all the priceless objects left behind, this is what we rescue. These artifacts. Memory cues. Useless souvenirs. Nothing you could auction. The scars left from happiness.