Mistakes are forgiven, when men at least try to right their wrongs.
— What’s it like to miss someone?
— What’s it “like”? Good. And bad. An ache that brings you joy, — He smiles warmly. — I think of them a lot. I dream up these silly scenarios, in great detail. Of living with them... it comforts me.
Chasin' transient pleasures is a drag these days.
The body is an object and objects break down. Do what good you can with yours, before the rest goes too.
Isn’t it... evil? The order of magnitude between what is asked of a person – and what they have?