Fear is for the old. Lack of it is one of the joys of youth.

Living would be a terribly pedestrian business without the impatient ones. The seekers. Always searching for something new, something relevant to leave their mark on. Always on tiptoe, anticipating discovery. Such people find change as necessary as the air they breathe.

Isn't it boring ... how people always want to tell you their own stories instead of listening to yours? I suppose that's why psychiatrists are better than friends; the paid listener doesn't interrupt with his own experiences.

Even angels must find their wings too heavy sometimes.

It's especially fitting that they call a cruise ship 'she,' for she is pregnant with a thousand adult embryos who long to stay forever warm and sheltered in this great white womb.

People who let the weak or greedy drink their blood sometimes have a need to play God.

Emotion seemed more valid than experience, for I had so much of the former and so little of the latter.