You can't let facts get in the way of the truth.

And he paddled away in his douche canoe.

All the world is made of music. We are all strings on a lyre. We resonate. We sing together.

The soul may not be destroyed. The soul goes on forever. Like the number pi, it is without cessation or conclusion. Like pi it is a constant. Pi is an irrational number, incapable of being made into a fraction, impossible to divide from itself. So, too, the soul is an irrational, indivisible equation that perfectly expresses one thing: you.

Maybe all the schemes of the devil were nothing compared to what man could think up.

You loved me as hard as you knew how. I'd give anything to go back and love you better.

Already, though, she understood the difference between being a child and being an adult. The difference is when someone says he can keep the bad things away, a child believes him.