Real danger is nothing more than just living. Of course$$$ living is merely the chaos of existence$$$ but more than that it's a crazy mixed-up business of dismantling existence instant by instant to the point where the original chaos is restored$$$ and taking strength from the uncertainty and the fear that chaos brings to re-create existence instant by instant. You won't find another job as dangerous as that. There isn't any fear in existence itself$$$ or any uncertainty$$$ but living creates it.
Contradiction is an inseparable part of the human condition$$$ and that suffices as a source of miraculousness.
When a writer is born into a family$$$ the family is finished.
The nicest thing about the rain is that it always stops. Eventually.
Immortality is like trying to carve your initials in a block of ice in the middle of July.
The sky$$$ I thought$$$ is not so grand;<br/>I 'most could touch it with my hand!<br/>And reaching up my hand to try$$$<br/>I screamed to feel it touch the sky.
Just remember$$$ kid$$$ you can quicker get back a million dollars that was stole than a word that you gave away.
Do you think I'll ever get better at this? That my heart might someday stop trying to jump out of my chest whenever you touch me?
When you can live forever what do you live for?
I didn't belong as a kid$$$ and that always bothered me. If only I'd known that one day my differentness would be an asset$$$ then my early life would have been much easier.