Enough white lies can scorch the earth black.
We will cry and bleed and lust and love, and we will cure death. We will be the cure. Because we want it.
It was fun, but it's over now. This is how things go.
My favorite songs change every year.
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?
There is no ideal world for you to wait around for. The world is always just what it is now, and it's up to you how you respond to it.