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

Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting?

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 am Dead, but it's not so bad. I've learned to live with it.

Are we all just Dark Age doctors, swearing by our leeches? We crave a greater science. We want to be proven wrong.

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.

A month ago there was nothing on Earth I missed, enjoyed, or longed for. I knew I could lose everything and not feel anything, and I rested easy in that knowledge. But I'm growing tired of easy things.