Even if you managed to escape from one cage, weren't you just in another, larger one?

I want to believe you, but if that's true, I just don't get it. Why does loving somebody mean you have to hurt them just as much? I mean, if that's the way it goes, what's the point of loving someone?

As long as I was alive, I was something. That was just how it was. But somewhere along the way it all changed. Living turned me into nothing.

It is a lonely life sometimes, like throwing a stone into the deep darkness. It might hit something, but you can’t see it. The only thing you can do is to guess, and to believe.

Of what value is a civilization that can't toast a piece of bread as ordered?

Life is like a box of cookies.

Reaching the finish line, never walking, and enjoying the race. These three, in this order, are my goals.