It's just that it's impossible to be a broken or whole person. You can only be a person. You can only exist, you can only belong to yourself, and you can only be responsible for your own happiness or belonging or whatever. That broken-part-piece-whole thing is just a trick of the mortal mind.

This is why Caliban was a punishment. I realize it now - it's a beautiful, perfect world of nothingness. No connection, no longing, no . . . love. A world we're trapped in until we're needed here, a world we're condemned to while everyone we might care about forgets us.

Maybe all you can do, when your world is burning, is hold on to the thing you love the most.

I'm friggin' awesome! So screw the haters!

How could I possibly try to pretend the sunlight doesn’t exist, now that it’s taken so much of me?

I follow, always, because its the only time when our hearts beat in perfect harmony, the only time when Im certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that we are one person broken in two.

The cruelest thing, hope, the way it strings you along, the way it makes you believe.