Light thinks it's the fastest thing in the universe. but thats not true. no matter how fast light travels it always finds the darkness there waiting for it.

"This way for the lost city,
This way for the lost people,
This way for eternal suffering,
All hope abandon, ye who enter here..."

Hating people is like burning down your house to kill a rat

Life is pleasant.
Death is peaceful.
It's the transition that's troublesome

When I look back on all these worries, I remember the story of the old man who said on his deathbed that he had had a lot of trouble in his life, most of which had never happened.

A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic

We enjoy warmth because we have been cold.
We appreciate light because we have been in darkness.
By the same token, we can experience joy because we have known sadness.

The agony in my fears mirrors the blood of my bitter solitude.

We ignore the ones who adore us, and adore the ones who ignore us.

"on the count of three' isn't a plan. It's Sesame Street."