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

Why did they come billions of miles just to stare at us? It's rude.

So often the monsters that crowd our minds are nothing more than the strange and thoroughly alien progeny of our own fearful fantasies.

When the moment comes to stop running from your past, to turn around and face the thing you thought you could not face--the moment when your life teeters between giving up and getting up--when that moment comes, and it always comes, if you can't get up and you can't give up either, here's what you do: Crawl.

Still, you tend to believe what you always believed, think what you always thought, expect what you always expected

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

Time for the world to end.