How sad it must be for you to be nothing more than a hollow statue, to have your tomb preserved and your story forgotten.

Are you going to be playing for the pure thrill of unreluctant desire?

I couldn't remember ordinary moments, only the ones that had made an impression. Ordinary moments were the ones that fell away first.

The most understandable thing in the world should be how minutes lead to hours, how hours lead to days, how days can make a year. And yet, this neat progression can still be surprising.

But you have to figure that if it’s too hard to hang on, then maybe you should let go.

And once again I think about how people use the devil as an alias for the things they fear. The cause and effect is backward. The devil doesn't make anyone do anything. People just do things and blame the devil after.

Every two people cause and intersection. Every person alters the world.