And not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now.

When we perfect 3-D copiers and they reproduce tissue, we'll have a million Marilyns walking around with no souls.

Each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way.

I'm a modern mountebank - I believe in Physiognomy - after all, we are in control of our face - it's the map of where we've been.

I see myself at crossroads in my life, mapless, lacking bits of knowledge - then, the Moon breaks through, lights up the path before me.

I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists

Some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart.