But metaphors help eliminate what separates you and me.

You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you.

Some things are forgotten, some things disappear, some things die.

Understanding is but the sum of misunderstandings.

You always look so cool, like no matter what happens, it’s got nothing to do with you, but you’re not really like that. In your own way, you’re out there fighting as hard as you can, even if other people can’t tell by looking at you.

It's a dark, cool, quiet place. A basement in your soul. And that place can sometimes be dangerous to the human mind. I can open the door and enter that darkness, but I have to be very careful. I can find my story there. Then I bring that thing to the surface, into the real world.

Overhead, the two moons worked together to bathe the world in a strange light.