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

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

Maybe life is not about accomplishing some bullshit markers.

And I wrote my way out of the labyrinth.

You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth.

And so much depends, I told Augustus, upon a blue sky cut open by the branches of the trees above. So much depends upon the transparent G-tube erupting from the gut of the blue-lipped boy. So much depends upon the observer of the universe.

the existence of broccoli does not in any way affect the taste of chocolate