Come over here so I can examine your face with my hands and see deeper into your soul than a sighted person ever could.

Most loves don't last. But some do.

I liked being a person. I wanted to keep at it.

Don't worry. Worry is useless. I worried anyway

Every second of your definitionally temporary consciousness, you are choosing how you spend something that will not last forever.

But it is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he has Cassius note, ‘The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars / But in ourselves.

It's hard to believe in coincidence, but it's even harder to believe in anything else.