It is a good life, Hazel Grace.

This was not a place you go to live. It was a place you go to die."- Paper Towns

The sky is like a monochromatic contemporay painting, drawing me in its illusion of depth, pulling me up.

Half-drunk on well-creamed gas station coffee and the exhilarating loneliness of a freeway in nighttime.

Oh, Wikipedia, with your tension between those who would share knowledge and those who would destroy it.

If we restructure things to see that the hero's journey is a degree in astrophysics rather than a journey to star in a reality show, that's a better world.

As much as life can suck, it always beats the alternative.