What is human? An ability to reason? To imagine? To love or grieve? If so, we are more human than any human ever will be.
The past is done with us the moment we are done with it.
Life and death are always so mixed up together, in the same way some beginnings are endings and some endings become beginnings.
Death doesn’t let you say goodbye. It just carves holes in your life, in your future, in your heart.
Many educated people are quite stupid, and many stupid people like to start fights for no good reason on a truly beautiful day.
There are worse things than dying.
Killing is easy when you can feel nothing.
I love you. That’s why you can’t give up. I love you.
Who am I? I guess who I am is exactly the same as who you are. Not better than. Not less than. Because there is no one who has been or will ever be exactly the same as either you or me.
Without the past, there would be nothing to think about, let alone someone to think it.
We all know when people are lying to us, we just don’t want to listen.
There’s a huge difference between what we work for and what we live for.
