“Or might the soul clone itself,create a perfect imitationof something yet to bedefined? In this way,can a reflection be altered?”

“Anger requires energy, something I don't dare waste on what cannot be altered.”

“She's incredible, not that she's perfect. But you once said imperfections create character.”

“My happiest memories have no place in the past; they are those I have yet to create.”

“Memory is a tenuous thing. . . .flickering glimpses, blueand white, like ancient,decomposing 16mm film.Happiness escapesme there, where facesare vague and yesterdayseems to come tiedup in ribbons of pain.Happiness? I look for it inteadin today, where memoryis something I can stilltouch, still rely on.I find it in the smilesof new friends, the hopeblossoming inside.My happiest memorieshave no place in thepast; they are thoseI have yet to create.”

“Despite whoever created it, it's my world, & the only one I've got. Might as well make the best of it, right? Might as well have a little fun while I'm here. Or a lot of fun. Might be dead tomorrow.”

“‎Perfect? How can you define a word without concrete meaning?”