I had this feeling like the solution to everything would be down there if only I could dig through all those clouds.

I wish I had a memory of that first violent shove, the shock of cold air, the sting of oxygen into new lungs. Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying.

But there’s no such thing as free. There are only different and more horrible ways to be enslaved.

Home?' I say. It's a word that can mean anywhere and nowhere.

Love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

Maybe what frightens us about the edge isn't our fear of morality, but the thoughts it leads us to have.

I'll tell you something about true love. There's no science to it. It's as natural as the sky.