and the smile I'd been waiting for stretched across his face like the sun breaking free of the clouds.

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.

I have an immature, Homer Simpson-like tendency to giggle when I say the words 'seminal fluids' in public.

After all the planets and all the hosts you've left behind, you've finally found the place and the body you'd die for. I think you've found your home, Wanderer.

The wasting of finite resources is everyones business

I had a secret that I was bound to protect but a secret that i was not to share. A secert that suddenly he knew all about.

For almost ninety years I’ve walked among my kind, and yours… all the time thinking I was complete in myself, not realizing what I was seeking. And not finding anything, because you weren’t alive yet.