So we gave up. I'd finally had enough of chasing after a ghost who did not want to be seen. We'd failed, maybe, but some mysteries aren't meant to be solved.
This is unbearable ... God. These books she'll never read. Her Life's Library.
I didnโt need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.
I hate the rich snots here with a fervent passion I usually reserve only for dental work and my father.
You are so busy being YOU that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.
There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it.