Mosquitoes are the greatest mass murderers on planet Earth.

I like colorful tales with black beginnings and stormy middles and cloudless blue-sky endings. But any story will do.

Humans waste words. They toss them like banana peels and leave them to rot. Everyone knows the peels are the best part.

It's hard to put into words. Gorillas are not complainers. We're dreamers, poets, philosophers, nap takers.

Earth is the crossroads of every possible alien. We're the McDonald's next to the highway of the galaxy.

They think I'm too old to cause trouble. Old age is a powerful disguise.

And oh, god, how could so much regret and so much sweetness and so much sadness all be present in that single moment. I was already dead and missing my unlived life. I was already dead and Tobias was mourning. I tried to smile. For him.