Seeing him was a sucker punch to the gut. Once upon a time he’d loved her. And then when he’d stopped, it wasn’t really his fault.

Cat: Where are you going?Alice: Which way should I go?Cat: That depends on where you are going.Alice: I don’t know.Cat: Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.

It is the depressed who are the sacrifice required for social progression.

I’m not afraid of total failure. In the end, we’re all just food for worms, so what are we so worried about?

Every person lives bounded by the structural formation of human anatomy and the provincial demands of the human condition.

Poe, come on. Don't be like this." She avoided his gaze, and that was killing him. He'd rather she yell at him than give him nothing at all.

It is well known to all experienced minds that our firmest convictions are often dependent on subtle impressions for which words are quite too coarse a medium.

Because others have let us down, it is now our duty to face the hard truths and do the right thing--no matter the personal cost.

We ape, we mimic, we mock. We act.

It's my custom to say something flattering to begin with so I shall be excused if I put my foot in it later on.

We cannot choose whether to engage with the world, only how to.