All of us have ghosts. They cling to us like shadows. But if you chase after shadows, if you’re foolish enough to seek out your ghosts, you just might become one.
There aren’t any people like me. Not anymore.
Of all the godforsaken rocks we’ve been to, we’re right back where we started.
Finding truth is more than a search for data. It’s an excavation of self. You have to keep going, no matter where it takes you. Because nothing can stay hidden forever.
Don’t take this personally, but I don’t care about anyone.[to Vernon]
