“How am I supposed to save the universe with all this noise?!”

“AirbagIn the next world warin a jack knifed juggernaut,I am born again.In the neon sign,scrolling up and down,I am born again.In an interstellar burst,I am back to save the universe.In a deep deep sleep,of the innocent,I am born again.In a fast German car,I’m amazed that I survived,an airbag saved my life.In an interstellar burst,I am back to save the universe.In an interstellar burst,I am back to save the universe.In an interstellar burst,I am back to save the universe.”

“And now I am here, as alone as I've ever been. I am seventeen years old. This is not how it's suppose to be. This is not how my life is suppose to turn out.”

“How am I supposed to take it easy when all around me these creatures are in a perpetual state of ignorance?"...”

“I hate this, I want this to stop, how are we supposed to live with this, and how am I supposed to walk away? You’re real and I hate you for it.”

“We came to the comforting conclusion that the Creator probably knew how to run His universe quite as well as we do, and that, after all, there are no such things as 'wasted' lives, saving and except when am individual wilfully squanders and wastes his own life...”