Death stalked toward us on padded feet. And it was not alone.

When it comes down to it, if they knew the truth, no one would want to live on this earth forever.

There was something in her eyes that made me trust her. Maybe it was because they held the same cynicism, the same world-weariness I saw in my own every morning when I looked at myself...

A lot of things should have been, Zigmund, but they aren’t. Are you going to be miserable about the things you cannot change, or do something about the things you can?