i suppose that's the secret, if you're ever wishing for things to back the way they were. You just have to look up.

Live free or die.

In a world without love, this is what people are to each other: values, benefits, and liabilities, numbers and data. We weigh, we quantify, we measure, and the soul is ground to dust.

For the first time in my life I've done something for me and by choice and not because somebody told me it was good or bad.

But it's not about knowing. It is simply about going forward.

We can never understand. We can only try, fumbling our way through the tunneled places, reaching for light.

Is it possible to tell the truth in a society of lies? Or must you always, of necessity, become a liar?