And now the story begins for the last time.

Without us here to witness, the universe is just pointless physics unfolding.

The end of the world came and my job did not change.

You’re not really grown until you’ve lost your heroes.

So now what?” I ask.She is quiet for a long time, long enough that I assume she’s gone to sleep.“I think this is just part of it, ” she says. “Civilisations fall. People keep going.

But instead of the end, I’m pretty sure I found myself at the start of something.

There is something about finding the balance to one's nature - perhaps a culture that flourishes is a culture that has found a similar balance among its people.

Hell is more bearable than nothingness.

Money is the fruit of evil as often as the root of it.

You can kill time or kill yourself it comes to the same thing in the end.

The future was with Fate. The present was our own.

I don't consciously think of how parenthood has changed me but I'm sure it must have.

I am generally way out of touch with trends, except now and then I am surprised to find myself leading one, like sympathetic vampires.

If one were given a single window from which to look upon the changing Eastern world, it should face, I think, the road.

Yes, I slouch. My mother tells me that.

But I put my life on the line to save animals.