It can't be dead. It was alive just a minute ago.

Maybe it was the same with people: if you studied them,you'd see new and different things. But would you like what you saw? Did it depend on who was doing the looking?

Don't judge a man until you have walked two moons in his moccasins.

And what did I think when I was small and why did I forget? And what else will I forget when I grow older? And if you forget is it as if it never happened? Will none of the things you saw or thought or dreamed matter?

What exactly did people do when they had all the time in the world and could do whatever they liked?

On that night after Phoebe had given her Pandora report, I thought about the Hope in Pandora's box. Maybe when everything seemed sad and miserable, Phoebe and I could both hope that something might start to go right.

...but it doesn't feel crazy to us. It feels like what we do.