And when our sun explodes and we are all destroyed, we'll be rocks and chunks of I am not sure what, and maybe we'll rain down on somewhere else.
Art isn't just paint and music, art is breaking glass and the sounds we make without realizing.
There are plenty of fish in the sea, if I run out of women.
If we couldn't carry our dead inside us, we would be empty.
Memories are like everything else. They're a trap.
Having all the answers just means you've been asking boring questions.