I would have done anything for him. Maybe that was my sickness.

My boots were so heavy that I was glad there was a column beneath us. How could such a lonely person have been living so close to me my whole life? If I had known, I would have gone up to keep him company.

We live in a world made up more of story than stuff. We are creatures of memory more than reminders, of love more than likes.

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.

My dream went all the way back to the beginning. The rain rose into the clouds, and the animals descended the ramp.

If nothing matters, there's nothing to save.

Then I have some bad news for you, because humans are going to destroy each other as soon as it becomes easy enough to, which will be very soon.