We're killers, all of us: We kill our lives, our past selves, the things that mattered. We bury them under slogans and excuses.

And I guess that's when it starts to hit me: the whole point is, you do what you can.

That's the way I feel, at least: like there's a real me and a reflection of me, and I have no way of telling which is which.

Huamns, uregulated, are cruel and capricious; violet and selfish; miserable and quarrelsome. It is only after their instincts and basic emotions have been controlled that they can be happy, generous, and good.

I'd rather die on my own terms than live on theirs. I'd rather die loving Alex than live without him.

What glitters may not be gold; and even wolves may smile; and fools will be led by promises to their deaths.

The sparrows jumped before they knew how to fly, and they learned to fly only because they had jumped.