I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.

When is a cell finally too small to hold our essence?

I used to be someone.

One small changed family doesn't calculate into a world that has been spinning for a billion years. But one small change makes the world spin differently in a billion ways for one family.

I just think perfection and lasting through the ages is for Greek statues, not us mere humans.

What I think is all I have left. My mind is the only thing that makes me different from a fancy toaster. What we think does matter-it's all we truly have.

Sometimes there's not a better way. Sometimes there's only the hard way.