So I Said I Wanted You To

Be Careful What You're Doing, Because No One Is Ever Who You Want Them To Be.

I Can See That The Sadness Has Returned. And It's Not A Beautiful Sadness- Beautiful Sadness Is A Myth. Sadness Turns Our Features To Clay, Not Porcelain.

I Am Jealous Of Anyone Who Can Make Other People Care So Much.

The Key Is To Never Recognize These Imbalances. To Not Let The Dauntingness Daunt Us.

Two Infinities: The One That Stretches To The Beginning But Never Touches-when You Halve And Halve And Halve, Infinitely-and Then The One That Spreads Out Into The Endless, Endless Future, The Endless, Endless, Distance.the Set Of Infinities That Is Itself Infinite.