In this world of numbness and information overload, the ability to feel, my boy, is a rare gift indeed.

Belief is half of all healing. Belief in the cure, belief in the future that awaits.

If the world wants you, it's gonna keep on coming till it gets you. And who am I that can fix it? Who am I that can change this if the world wants it so badly? Who am I to stop the end of the world if it keeps on coming?

There's always beauty, if you know where to look.

Here is the boy, drowning.

Dogs don't got the problems of people. Dogs can be happy any old time.

Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn't expect.