You journalists bulldoze life's mysteries, ignorant of what you're so ruthlessly turning up.

Happiness is a hound dog in the sun. We aren't on Earth to be happy, but to experience incredible things. - Hannah Schneider

Because every one of us has our box, a dark chamber stowing the thing that lanced our heart. It contains what you do everything for, strive for, wound everything around you.

What, really, was the difference between something hounding you and something leading you somewhere?

It's not fair. It's not. But then, that's the game. It makes life great. The fact that it ends when we don't want it to. The ending gives it meaning.

Sovereign. Deadly. Perfect.

It’s got to be some kind of cult. Anyone offers you Kool-Aid or a hot shower, say no.