Maybe A New Religion Will Rise Now.

Oh, But When Love Is Reached Through Suffering, It Has A Power It Can Never Gain Through Innocence.

He Had Never Expected Death To Be This Quiet, This Secretive, This Easy.

When We Talk About Our Lives, Long Or Short, Brief And Tragic Or Enduring Beyond Comprehension, We Impose A Continuity On Them, And That Continuity Is A Lie.

The World Doesn't Need Any More Mediocrity Or Hedged Bets.

The Earth Here Is Beautiful. And It Still Belongs To The Dead.