Do you have any coffee?'...'It stunts my growth, and I'm afraid of death.

We spent our lives making livings.

I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.

It’s hard to say goodbye to the place you’ve lived. It can be as hard as saying goodbye to a person.

Just to be a functioning adult in the world, we develop all of these layers of protection. When we see homeless people, we don't cry, even though homeless people probably deserve our tears - you know, it's a horrible thing.

For how long could we fail until we surrendered?

Isn't it so weird how the number of dead people is increasing even though the Earth stays the same size, so that one day there isn't going to be room to bury anyone anymore?