A man lies upon the floor, spreads his arms, and transforms himself into a ship of a thousand sails.

We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.

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.

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

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

Prayers and promises. The one his sister made to him. The unspoken one I made to my sister. Prayers are promises, too, and these are the days of broken promises.

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.