You can’t force yourself to trust. So you put all your doubts in a little box and bury it deep and then try to forget where you buried it

You're mortal, and only a mortal can afford to be romantic. When we conquered death, we murdered love.

He barely knew I existed. I knew some of the same people he knew, but I was a girl in the background, several degrees of seperation removed.

There's the bullshit you know that you know; the bullshit you don't know and know you don't know; and the bullshit you just think you know but really don't.

Afterward I told his widow, "Your husband is dead, but at least he died laughing.' I think she took some comfort in that. It is the second-best way to die, Will Henry." He did not say what the best way was.

Our enemy is fear. Blinding, reason-killing fear. Fear consumes the truth and poisons all the evidence, leading us to false assumptions and irrational conclusions.

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