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

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.

Making fake promises while wearing a fancy dress... that isn't enough. Promises take more work than that.

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.

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

I like libraries. It's a comfort that knowledge can be save for so long. That what we learn can be passed on.

Freedom of speech doesn't mean freedom from judgement.