It isn't up to me to break his heart; that's time's job.

You can only call someone crazy if there’s someone else who’s normal. Like good and evil. If everything was good, then nothing would be good.

It's almost dawn. You can feel it coming. The world holds its breath, because there's really no guarantee that the sun will rise. That there was a yesterday doesn't mean there will be a tomorrow.

Because we will die, but at least we will die unbroken.

Perhaps that is our doom, our human curse, to never really know one another.

When you look death in the eye and death blinks first, nothing seems impossible.

The harder survival becomes, the more you want to pull together. And the more you want to pull together, the harder survival becomes.