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

Human beings are remarkably resilient. When you think about it, our species has been teetering upon the edge of the existential cliff since Hiroshima. In short, we endure.

And red is not the color of apples or roses or the dresses that pretty girls wear in the summertime. That is not the color of red at all.

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.

She hated him and loved him, longed for him and loathed him, and cursed herself for feeling anything at all

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

Good God, man, what is that smell?" He eyed with disgust the doctor's filthy cloak. "Life," answered the doctor.