I inherited that penchant for intellectualism, a character flaw that these days can only be thoroughly eradicated by getting Z’ed up.
Without pain, we couldn't know joy.
There are always answers. We just have to be smart enough.
It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined.
The marks humans leave are too often scars.
People are supposed to care. It's good that people mean something to you, that you miss people when they're gone.