I guess I felt attached to my weakness. My pain and suffering too. Summer light, the smell of a breeze, the sound of cicadas - if I like these things, why should I apologize?

Wasn't it better if they kept this desire to see each other hidden within them, and never actually got together? That way, there would always be hope in their hearts. That hope would be a small, yet vital flame that warmed them to their core-- a tiny flame to cup one's hands around and protect from the wind, a flame that the violent winds of reality might easily extinguish.

I'm not human. I'm a piece of machinery. I don't need to feel a thing. Just forge on ahead.

Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.

Everybody has to start somewhere. You have your whole future ahead of you. Perfection doesn't happen right away.

You got to know your limits. Once is enough, but you got to learn. A little caution never hurt anyone. A good woodsman has only one scar on him. No more, no less.

Wherever there's hope there's a trial.