...we must be a beacon of hope, because if you tell people there's nothing they can do, they will do worse than nothing.

I want everything back, the way it was. But there is no point to it, this wanting.

I'm not an activist by nature. I am suspicious of Utopian thinking and equally suspicious of its alternate.

The reader cannot see into your heart. He will know only what you tell him. Make the blind see your words. Make the hard-hearted feel. Make the deaf hear.

These things you did were like prayers; you did them and you hoped they would save you. And for the most part they did. Or something did; you could tell by the fact that you were still alive.

You think you have the amount of money that is your credit limit. We're just wired to think that, you know? Until the bill arrives - a sobering moment - you think you're richer than you are.

By telling you anything at all I'm at least believing in you, believe you're there, I believe you into being. Because I'm telling you this story I will your existence. I tell, therefore you are. So I will go on. So I will myself to go on.