They were each like a mirror for the other, reflecting the changes in themselves.

Life is like a box of cookies.

Kids' hearts are malleable, but once they gel it's hard to get them back the way they were.

You’re here,” I continued. “At least you look as if you’re here. But maybe you aren’t. Maybe it’s just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. Or maybe you already disappeared, a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but you’ve hidden yourself behind a cloud of probablys. Do you think we can go on like this forever?

Everybody has some one thing they do not want to lose," began the man. "You included. And we are professionals at finding out that very thing. Humans by necessity must have a midway point between their desires and their pride. Just as all objects must have a center of gravity. This is something we can pinpoint. Only when it is gone do people realize it even existed.

When someone is trying very hard to get something, they don't. And when they're running away from something as hard as they can, it usually catches up with them.

People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.