You don't reach points in life at which everything is sorted out for us. I believe in endings that should suggest our stories always continue.

Through wind, and tempest, storm, and rain; The calm shall be buried inside of me; A warm stone, heavy and dry; The root, the source, a weapon against pain

There is only what you want and what happens. There is only grabbing on and holding tight in the darkness.

Love. I love you. I’ll always love you, my love. You are the love of my life.

It is a beautiful world for the people who get to play the fist.

It's a miracle I was able to get out of the house today. It's a miracle I'm even wearing pants, a double miracle I remembered to wear shoes.

It is a ruined-world, a nonsense-place.