Thus, in moments of catastrophe, when hard decisions needed to be made quickly, all AIs included in their calculations a human death toll governed by a factor called ‘pigheadedness’.

It all came back to human time and utterly human impulses: in the end, gods did not appreciate godlike power, but humans did.

It's b******* to think of friendship and romance being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variatons of the same desire to be close.

With the plundered people transferring their energies into relaxed and receptive thoughts, degradation and lust for power produced art.

Let your light shine.

When mom and dad went to war the only prisoners they took were the children

Mark Spitz didn't ask about Harry. You never asked about the characters that disappeared from a Last Night story. You knew the answer. The plague had a knack for narrative closure.

Sometimes we smile at a child thats afraid of the dark. I think more ridiculous is a man or woman afraid of the light.

She thought she was only seeing him because she wanted to see him... It's a by-product of very dramatic kissing.

Even top caliber hospitals cannot escape medical mistakes that sometimes result in irreparable damage to patients

Most people live somewhere on the spectrum of anxiety and depression.

An art critic is someone who hopes to see his ideas translated to canvas without having to learn how to paint.