One of those moments he knew he'd remember and look back on, one of those moments that he'd try to capture in the stories he told. Nothing was happening, really, but the moment was thick with mattering.

We can hear others, and we can travel with them without moving, and we can imagine them, and we are all connected one to the other by a crazy root system, like so many leaves of grass. But the game makes me wonder wheter we can really ever fully become another.

Shouldn't letting go be painless if you've never learned how to hold on?

I have an Augustus Waters fetish.

"I think forever is an incorrect concept," I answered. He smirked. "You're an incorrect concept." "I know. That's why I'm being taken out of the rotation".

The snow may be falling in the winter of my discontent, but at least I've got sarcastic company.

My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.