Deep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait.

It's a strange feeling, being so utterly surrounded by her. Her life scent is on everything. She's on me and under me and next to me. It's as if the entire room is made out of her.

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

Even in my bravest moment, I am a coward.

What a massive responsibility, being a moral creature

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

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