This place and this world will not last if we don’t change it for the better. It’s only a matter of time; it will get worse.
People, places, you don’t get to hold on to any of that.
Everyone assumes we start out in the same place. We don’t.
We all come from somewhere. We carry that place with us wherever we go. That never leaves our hearts. Not entirely.
This place wants us dead.
There’s always a bit of light, even in the darkest places.
Maybe anywhere could be the Laughing Place if we’re there together.[to Joy]
It would be nice to be in a place that’s is not someone else’s place.
Any place is probably beautiful when you stop running for one second.
A chance to live in a place where the only limitations are a person’s own abilities. And the will to succeed. That’s the dream.