And you, you ridiculous people, you expect me to help you.

There's so much goop inside of us, man," he said, "and it all just wants to get out.

Death is the mother of beauty.

Think of being curled up and floating in a darkness. Even if you could think, even if you had an imagination, would you ever imagine its opposite, this miraculous world the Asian Taoists call the "Ten Thousand Things"? And if the darkness just got darker? And then you were dead? What would you care? How would you eve know the difference?

Will you believe me when I tell you there was kindness in his heart? His left hand didn't know what his right hand was doing. It was only that certain important connections had been burned through. If I opened up your head and ran a hot soldering iron around in your brain, I might turn you into someone like that.

It was only when you left it alone that a tree might treat you as a friend. After the blade bit in, you had yourself a war.

With each step my heart broke for the person I would never find, the person who'd love me.