That's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory— hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can built off our pasts and make future.

In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.

We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.

Why is it beautiful that humanity keeps coming back? So does herpes.

Every experience, good or bad, is a priceless collector's item.

What a massive responsibility, being a moral creature

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