The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.

Our role as humans is to recognize the complexity of others.

After all this time, it seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out- but I choose the labyrinth. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.

Such is life. We grow up. Planets like Tiny get new moons. Moons like me get new planets.

I always liked routine. I suppose I never found boredom very boring.

Maybe some people need to believe in a proper and omnipotent God to pray, but I don't.

How are the eyes?' 'Oh, excellent,' he said. 'I mean, they're not in my head is the only problem.' 'Awesome, yeah,' Gus said. 'Not to one-up you or anything, but my body is made out of cancer.' 'So I heard,' Issac said, trying not to let it get to him. He fumbled toward Gus's hand and found only his thigh. 'I'm taken,' Gus said.