That is the eternal folly of man. To be chasing after the sweet flesh, without realizing that it is simply a pretty cover for the bones.

Stories are the things that allow us to persuade each other that we're human.

I was a normal child. Which is to say, I was selfish and I was not entirely convinced of the existence of things that were not me, and I was certain, rock-solid, unshakeably certain, that I was the most important thing in creation. There was nothing that was more important to me than I was.

It does not matter where you come from, if you walk toward the truth you will reach it, whatever path you take.

There was a hysteria in there, certainly, but there was also the exhaustion of someone who had managed, somehow, to believe several dozen impossible things in the last twenty-four hours, without ever getting a proper breakfast.

We make choices. No one else can live our lives for us. And we must confront and accept the consequences of our actions.

I'm never quite sure if I'm me when I'm dressed up.