The dilemma, of course, is that such people save their most important words for after, when the surrounding humans are unlucky enough to find them.

The nightmares arrived like they always did, much like the best player in the opposition when you've heard rumors that he might be injured or sick-but there he is, warming up with the rest of them, ready to take the field.

The question is what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?

You don't shoot a dog when it is already dead.

If you ever write a book, I can only give you one piece of advice. Don't let your parents get involved.

Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.

The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I’m falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.