Nothing is permanent. Not even the end of the world.

I'm not a general or a colonel or a builder of cities. I'm just a corpse who wants not to be.

Sometimes I wonder if he has a philosophy. Maybe even a worldview. I'd like to sit down with him and pick his brain, just a tiny bit somewhere in the frontal lobe to get a taste of his thoughts. But he's too much of a toughguy to ever be that vulnerable. - R on M

I can’t seem to make myself care about anything to the right or left of the present.

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

We eat and sleep and shuffle through the fog, walking a marathon with no finish line, no medals, no cheering.

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