People aren't born good or bad. Maybe they're born with tendencies either way, but its the way you live your life that matters.

Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

People aren't either wicked or noble. They're like chef's salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict.

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.

Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.