If there are rules, we're the ones making them. We can change them whenever we want to.

The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope.

I wish people were willing to dig a little deeper than the surface elements of a premise before tossing one story in with another.

It's hard to take your life so seriously when you can see it all at once.

You know things are moving. You're changing, you fellow Dead are changing, the world is ready for something miraculous. What are we waiting for?

I hate that she's hurt. I hate that she's been hurt, by me and by others, throughout the entire arc of her life. I barely remember pain, but when I see it in her I feel it in myself, in disproportionate measure. it creeps into my eyes, stinging, burning.

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