Heaven might shine bright, but so do flames.

I mean, it's like we all get our raw materials from our families―but it's up to us whether we build bridges or bombs.

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

Lev smiles. "Leave it to you to turn someone else's screwup into gold

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

If you have to ask then you don't deserve an answer.

I'm alone. And I'm crying. And no one is coming to the crib. And the nightlight has burned out. And I'm mad. I'm so mad. Left frontal lobe. I...I...I don't feel so good. Left occipital lobe. I... don't remember where...Left parietal lobe. I...I...I can't remember my name,but...but...Right temporal...but I'm still here. Right frontal. I'm still here... Right occipital.I'm still...Right parietal. I'm...Cerebellum. I'm...Thalamus. I...Hypothalamus. I...Hippocampus...Medulla.