Yet the world is the same as it always was. It is merely that you see it with new eyes.

If mankind's greatest achievement is to produce more spaces for mankind to live in, I do not think I am so impressed.

Manufactured--synthetic--even virtual, if that is what you turned out to be--I would love you.

We cannot go backward. We cannot erase time and events. But we can go forward, hand in hand, hope in our hearts and love lighting our way.

Everybody's afraid of love, because love is what hurts the most.

Yes, Jenna, I love you with all my heart. And with my atoms and molecules and electrons and whatever further breakdown you require.

If there is no god, what is left but science? What is left to endow us with any grace? You can tell me the chemical makeup of my skin and my brain, but how can you explain away my soul? And if there is no god to watch over me, chastise me, grieve for me, rejoice for me, make me fear, and make me wonder, what am I but a collection of metals and liquids with nothing to celebrate about my daily living?