I think we crushed ourselves down over the centuries. Buried ourselves under greed and hate and whatever other sins we could find until our souls finally hit the rock bottom of the universe. And then they scraped a hole through it, into some ... darker place.

Everything you see, you might be seeing for the last time.

What wonderful thing didn't start out scary?

I adapt to things quickly, including good things, which I wish I could shut off sometimes.

Can we really choose anything?' 'Maybe. If we want to bad enough.

My favorite songs change every year.

It frustrates and fascinates me that we'll never know for sure, that despite the best efforts of historians and scientists and poets, there are some things we'll just never know. What the first song sounded like. How it felt to see the first photograph. Who kissed the first kiss, and if it was any good.