You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.

It's so easy to get stuck. You just get caught in being something, being special or cool or whatever, to the point where you don't even know why you need it; you just think you do.

Walt Whitman is HOT! I mean, that guy could sound his barbaric yawps over the roofs of my world any time.

We're professional worriers. You're constantly imagining things that could go wrong and then writing about them.

Great news for someone is always bad news for someone else

But ultimately I do not believe that she was only matter. The rest of her must be recycled, too. I believe now that we are greater than the sum of our parts. If you take Alaska's genetic code and you add her life experiences and the relationships she had with people, and then you take the size and shape of her body, you do not get her. There is something else entirely. There is a part of her greater than the sum of her knowable parts. And that part has to go somewhere, because it cannot be destroyed

Stop thinking about the landing, because it's all about falling.