It is astonishing just how much of what we are can be tied to the beds we wake up in in the morning, and it is astonishing how fragile that can be.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

The only water in the forest is the River.

You are an analog girl, living in a digital world.

Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.

Truly, life is wasted on the living, Nobody Owens. For one of us is too foolish to live, and it is not I.

I have heard the languages of apocalypse, and now I shall embrace the silence.