Tampons. I’m constantly worrying about my stash and if I’ll be able to find more.

Maybe you reach a certain point in evolution where boredom is the greatest threat to your survival. Maybe this isn't a planetary takeover at all, but a game. Like a kid pulling wings off flies.

Some things you can never leave behind. They don't belong to the past. They belong to you.

You know how sometimes you tell yourself that you have a choice, but really you don't have a choice? Just because there are alternatives doesn't mean they apply to you.

It isn't that the lies are too beautiful to resist. It's that the truth is too hideous to face.

A child has little defense against the sight of a parent laid low. Parents, like the earth beneath our feet and the sun above our heads, are immutable objects, eternal and reliable. If one should fall, who might vouch the sun itself won't fall, burning, into the sea?

Self-pity is egotism undiluted, after all—self-centeredness in its purest form.