If you don't know what you want, you end up with a lot you don't.

Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer, maybe self-destruction is the answer.

“Our humanity isn’t measured by how we treat other people,” the Missing Link says. Fingering the layer of cat hair on his coat sleeve, he says, “Our humanity is measured by how we treat animals.”

Somebody saves your life, and they'll love you forever.

Not like death as a sad, downer thing, this was going to be death as a cheery, empowering thing.

And your one perfect moment won't last forever.

You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake.

Think of deep outer space, the incredible cold and quiet. The heaven where silence is reward enough.

This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

A tiger can smile
A snake will say it loves you
Lies make us evil

Hell, Miss Leroy says, there’s things you see happen worse than getting killed.

This is the amazing miracle of death, and it should be so sweet if it weren't for, oh, that one.

Plato said: ‘He who approaches the temple of the Muses without inspiration in the belief that craftsmanship alone suffices will remain a bungler and his presumptuous poetry will be obscured by the songs of the maniacs.’