“Which is that there's too much weight improperly distributed: towers and elevators; steel, stone and cement. So much mass up so high that gravity itself could end up being warped--”
“The day I die, it won’t be because gravity knocked me on my back so much as it will be that I could no longer stand up to life.”
“Words, too, have genuine substance -- mass and weight and specific gravity.”
“How did she end up here, like this? How could there have been so much - so many moments, so many people and things, so many razors and pillows, timepieces and subtle coffins - without her being aware? How did her life live itself without her?”
“So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life's a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about.”
“Too much of the good life ends up being toxic, deforming us spiritually.”