...wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it.

It’s not about keeping up the population, it’s about passing on who we are and what we've learned, so things keep going. So we don’t just end.

It's rare that I read more than two or three books by any one author, usually only one.

It’s sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isn’t locked.

I want a new past,new memories, a new first handshake with love. I want to start over in every possible way.

He is spent. His mind is mercury again, its brief surge of humanity melting into an oily residue on its surface, and he no longer understands the feelings he felt in that strange moment on the overpass. But he did feel them. They did happen. They rest on the murky seabed of his mind, buried under sand and silt and miles of grey waves. Patient seeds waiting for light.

There’s not really such thing as ‘good’ or ‘bad’ people, there’s just like…humanity. And it gets broken sometimes.