The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls the butterfly.

The world's crazy, when it comes to beauty.

The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls the butterfly.

Get this in mind early: We never grow up.

You'd chosen to be an upright biped on the surface of a small planet of a minor sun on the edge of a minor galaxy of one of the multiple trillions of universes. That's OK. It doesn't matter what form you take.

Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?

I do not exist to impress the world. I exist to live my life in a way that will make me happy.