People would cheer throw confetti and then go about breaking the resolutions they had made only moments before.

And he thinks that if his soul had a form, this is what it would be. A baby sleeping in his arms.

Looks are deceiving," Risa says. "After all, when I first saw you I thought you looked reasonably intelligent.

You have robbed me, and everyone here, of their purpose. That's not salvation, that's damnation.

...You know something, don't you?" "I know lots of things--your inquiry needs to be more specific." "Just answer the question." "True/false or multiple choice?

When it comes to such open-heart reflection, I'm a firm believer in the observer effect, which states that anything you try to observe is automatically changed by the mere fact that you're looking at it. The way I see it, if you try to study your emotions on a microscopic level, the best you can do is understand how it feels to hold the magnifying glass.

Hope can be bruised and battered. It can be forced underground and even rendered unconscious, but hope cannot be killed.