Humans aren't defined by death, and they're not defined by what they lack. They're defined by their connections.

I'd like to think humans have a stronger sense of justice than the random forces of nature do.

I'd rather know how you feel than hope and wonder and delude myself for weeks on end.

Here was something that I did all the time, and thought nothing of it, and it turns out the rest of the world thinks it's completely reprehensible. That's when I knew I needed to change, so I started making rules. The first one was; Don't mess with animals.

I cursed him then, not because his tears were fake, but because they were real. I cursed him for showing me, with every tear and every smile and every sincere emotion he had, that I was the real freak.

Even a paranoid clock is being followed twice a day.

Facts are too busy being true to worry about how you feel about them.