I barely noticed loneliness anymore; it was my normal condition, by necessity if not by nature.

We were all monsters and bastards, and we were all beautiful.

Was it probably true that reasoning beings were equal? It seemed more like a belief than a fact, even if I agreed with it. If you followed logic all the way back to its origin, did you inevitably end up at point of illogic, an article of faith?

The world is seldom so simple that it hinges on us alone.

Sometimes the truth has difficulty breaching the city walls of our beliefs. A lie, dressed in the correct livery, passes through more easily.

If I could keep a single moment for all time, that would be the one. I became the very air; I was full of stars.

Metaphor is awkward, but emotion, by its nature, leaves you no more scalable approach.